Although the film does a great job of illustrating the grandiose & academic wordplay & hipper-than-thou contextual framing that drives the pretentious con that is modern "art", this satire hits the same target again & again & quickly grows dully repetitive. Then again, perhaps the problem is that it's pretty difficult 2 satirize modern "art". In all seriousness, how does one satirize an art form where paint-splattered canvases & a shark in formaldehyde r considered high benchmarks?

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Facile jabs at modern art and avant-garde music, resulting only in minor scratches, no blood. It appears more important to Adam Goldberg to be in on the joke than to be actually amusing.

Unmemorable.