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The story tells of a certain horror we live through a series of horrific events. The events of that story begin after the discovery of a series of paintings by an unknown artist that may have changed the course completely at those moments. It seems that it will be completely transformed where a supernatural power avenges those who are trying to exploit art and perhaps those powers are engaged in more dangerous and terrifying tasks.
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 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.
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.
"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.
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.