The first words in this Australian noir thriller are spoken to Ray, the architect at the center of the film by Carla, his mistress. "You're going to get me in trouble," she kids him.
But, the hapless Ray doesn't intend to get Carla or anyone else in trouble. He's so p**-whipped, though, he agrees to a scheme he knows is wrong because Carla asks him to. The casualties of his greed begin stacking up in Biblical and almost comical proportions.
Turns out, though, that this plan he hatches with Carla isn't the only crooked plan Ray is involved in. His greed knows no bounds, and he gathers so many enemies that, when he begins to get blackmailed, he has no idea which one of his haters could be coming after him.
Actually, he does hazard some guesses. But, they all turn out to be tragically wrong. Things go from bad to worse to "Oh. My. God." in a hurry.
The passion Ray and Carla feel for each other at the beginning of the film must be put on hold (or was it really there to begin with?), as both deal with the tragic consequences of their greed, ineptitude and plain bad luck.
The Square is a murky, well-acted cautionary tale with a bitchin' original soundtrack. I consider it a must-see. See it!