The Square - The second of Ruben Ostlund's 'trilogy' about society's privileged trying to save face (copywrite Mark Kermode). Won the Palm D'or and, whilst 2.5 hours long, I can see why. It's a film about the ridiculousness of the bourgeois art industry and how everyone involved are in their own bubble and don't understand the outside world. It's a series of vignettes set against the rather privileged yet complicated life of a high class museum curator. Some of the vignettes are like short thrillers (I found myself getting particularly tense watching the delivery of 50 odd letters in a high rise inner city building) others are like short psycho dramas (such as a 'love interest'), and others are tragicomedic (one of my favourite film genres), which make you wonder if you're allowed to laugh (e.g a guy at the high end art show who has Tourette's). The whole film is a satire on the absurdity of the art industry and the ridiculous people inhabiting it. It is probably the least accessible of the trilogy, although it was more 'enjoyable' than Force Majeure, but not quite as engaging as Triangle of Sadness. But the more I think of it, the more I'm intrigued by it. 8 out of ten.
Review of The Square
