In the early 1900s, Dr. Albert C. Barnes made his money inventing a treatment for gonorrhea. He spent that money immersing himself in the exploding 20th century art scene. It wasn't long before he formed his own ideas about art; chiefly, that it was cheapened and commodified by profit-driven museums and their bourgeois patrons. So Barnes bought hundreds of impressionist, post-impressionist, and modernist paintings by folks like Matisse, Renoir, Monet, and Picasso and promptly hung them in a custom-built mansion in the suburbs of Philadelphia. He established the Barnes Foundation, a school that taught art history to blue collar-types and kept its doors closed to the public (except for a few open viewing days per week). Needless to say, Barnes made a lot of people angry, specifically the Philadelphia Inquirer and the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Fast forward to Barnes's death in 1951: suddenly the foundation is in flux, having been left to Lincoln University and thrown into a power struggle between Philly elitists, charities, and board members. Barnes's trust forbid the showing or moving of his art, but his collection was immediately taken on a tour of the world, opened to the public, and is now being moved to a new home along the Benjamin Franklin Parkway. Does this priceless collection of art belong to the world, or should a man's last will and trust be upheld at all costs?