The last several months of Shia LaBeouf's online and offline antics have caused plenty a media field day, with the Transformers actor cast as the ring leader of the circus and all the world's journalists and paparazzi filling up the hotly-anticipated audience seats, ready to watch a celebrity breakdown of a lifetime (I'd bet he'd dig that analogy).
Starting with his blatant rip off of Daniel Clowes' comic, Justin M Damiano, one of the additions to Zadie Smith's edited short story collection, The Book of Other People, Shia has gone all out on a crusade to give a voice to plagiarist art, with him being the champion of this new wave of artistic expression.
As Jim Jarmusch famously quoted, "Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination." While there is room for interpretation, Shia isn't just acting out the wise words from the stylish and suave director, he is living it.
There is one definitive answer to all of those existential questions that I'm sure you're dying to know and, just for you, I'll let you in on it...
Who gives a fuck?
There are far more pressing topics to worry about when it comes to Shia, anyway. Such heated discussions include my rising concern about his orgasm face in the Nymphomaniac character posters.
Sorry Shia, I didn't realise sex was that much of a bore for you that your itchy armpit is far more interesting than ejaculation. Maybe I'll just take my vagina somewhere else then, huh? It's just you and your hand tonight, bro.
How's that for new wave shit?