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.

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?

bo lepsze od d@bbe ;)

Unmemorable.