So there's this painting. Abstract. White lines on a four-by-five-foot white canvas, executed by a trendy artist named Antrios. (Since his name is made-up, you might want to replace it with one like Warhol.) Serge, a successful dermatologist, has forked over a wad of bills to possess this presumed piece of art. But it's not enough for Serge to own a coveted Antrios; it is also important to the good skin doctor that his two best friends cherish it as much as he does. Therein lies the rub, and the underlying premise that inevitably... More >>>