I wonder what a commercial for Viagra would look like if it were directed by Lars von Trier. I imagine that a desperate wife would be slowly destroyed so as to provide some sort of erectile relief for her unworthy husband, and in the end, a tablet of Viagra would appear, crushed and floating on all the blood and filth of humanity. But until that happens, we have von Triers latest film, a delightfully fluffy comedy about a man who invents a fake boss for the business he owns. When a client demands to see this boss of it all, the owner must hire an actor to play the part, leading to all sorts of sitcom-esque zaniness and amusingly detached sex. Strangely, von Trier himself apologizes at the end of this film, but it may be the only film hes ever made that requires no apologies.