I recall a movie made by an artist, back in the Sixties, that lasted eleven hours. It consisted of a single shot of The Empire State Building, at night. The only events which occurred were the lights going on and off.
But this was high drama, compared to the narrative of his next opus. It lasted another eight hours and again consisted of one shot. This time, it was of a sleeping man. The only excitement came when he turned over, snored or farted.
In fact, this second film turned out to be a TWO hour shot – repeated four times. The man responsible for these and other piss-takes (like a study of a soup-can) was of course – Andy Warhol.
I always thought him the greatest con-artist of all time. Then came “reality TV”…