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In a series of real horror, we live here a series of powerful events where, after discovering a series of paintings by an unknown artist, things turn completely towards a strange turn and danger. The story began when a supernatural power avenged those who allowed their greed to object to art and might have another view through more real terror.
Velvet Buzzsaw may seem like a critique on greediness and our relationship to art on the surface, but what Dan Gilroy has created in nothing short of a surreal, campy and bonkers and entertaining ride through hell.
The story - a dead man's paintings plague glib art hounds - allows for a few nifty effects-driven scares, but the upshot is nearly as superficial as the world it's lampooning.
Velvet Buzzsaw is never less than a feast for the eyes even when it reduces the plot to B-level butchery. What's missing is the potent provocation that Gilroy seemed to be developing at the start.
It comes within an inch of a really snappy disquisition (to use Morf's word) on the painting marketplace, but to avoid disappointment it's better approached as a gory romp.
"Velvet Buzzsaw" has fun sending up the pretentiousness of the art world and its collective clamoring to discover the Next Big Thing, but it loses its bite as it morphs into a directionless horror romp.