Admittedly, contemporary art is a fat target that manages most of the time to satirize itself. This film focuses on the increasingly chaotic life of a gallery director (Claes Bang) as he attempts to organize and publicize an exhibition a newly acquired piece entitled The Square, which ends up representing precisely the opposite of the pretentious claims the artist makes for it. The gallery culture's hypersensitive hyper-inclusive posturing, as in the gallery talk that is riotously interrupted by an audience member with Tourette's, is juxtaposed with its actual insensitivity to and avoidance and exclusion of the same underclasses it purports to champion and represent, with hilarious results. Some scenes go on a bit too long, such as the performance art piece that wreaks hysterical (and deeply ironic) havoc on a swanky dinner for donors, or a couple's fight over a used condom (you didn't misread that) after a one-night stand, so four stars instead of five. It's worth sitting through if you appreciate contemporary art, and find it ridiculous at the same time. Plus Elizabeth Moss and Dominic West are always worth seeing.