I suggest that when meaning fails because of visceral reaction, the art itself fails. Perhaps the artist's intent for audience also needs to be accounted for, then. If I create an art piece (say a photograph) solely for my wife, then it's success or failure is determined by her ability to understand the meaning in it. For a novel or dance piece, the audience is implied to be much wider.
I suppose if the purpose of this piece was to convey meaning only for a very specific audience then it could be a success (if it did so for that audience; I'm going to assume that I was not part of the target were it indeed selective), but it has obviously been broadcast to a much wider audience for whom the meaning failed.
I guess what I'm driving at here is that certain artists, particularly in the modern genre, often have a tendency to branch from subconsciously clever to overtly strange, and I can therefore understand why some people find it ridiculous in the extreme. Anecdotally, I once watched a play of 'A Midsummer Nights' Dream' in which the gender roles of Oberon, Titania, and Puck were all switched and the costuming and set design were all done in quasi-bondage gear. The result was fantastic, but it could have been so easily overdone and become an exercise in 'artistic license wank' if the director hadn't been very careful.