If you’ve ever wondered who inflicts the torture of standardized tests upon us, the surreal, comedic film The Greggs envisions a very weird answer. The Greggs are two men and two women all named Gregg who receive telepathic communications from “The Gregg,” an oil painting of an old white man. This inspires the process by which the Greggs write all the standardized tests in America, which they sell to a corporate boss in exchange for pyramids of egg cartons. Their life is organized into forms, from the uniform matching blond wigs, pastel turtlenecks, and ill-fitting jeans they wear, to their symmetrical meals they call “eggmess.” This metronomic life is disrupted by the defection of one Gregg, and the disappearance of the painting of The Gregg, which throws their lives into turmoil. The film is the creation of an NYU-based collective, and divas need not apply: they take collaboration seriously enough to list seven directors in the credits. Like a lost SNL sketch, this full commitment to the world they’ve created is what makes The Greggs work.