Clearly the collaboration was a colossal waste of time and money and talent. Cow carcasses neatly hung on the wall doesn’t hint at Hirst’s former opinion on our collective state of denial when it comes to the animals we eat. And Kaye’s timid, formulaic filming of a cute ass thrashing about a hospital room is hardly reminiscent of American X’s poignant and brilliant depiction of an American tragedy. Not exactly Gilbert and George. Or the Cohen brothers. Sometimes, creatively speaking, it’s better to go solo.