Good art is to die for. That’s the idea behind the engagingly outlandish Velvet Buzzsaw, which begins as a fang-toothed satire of the Los Angeles art scene and turns into something else altogether. The humor is wry and dry and enjoyably mean, and while the story’s more ridiculous elements eventually dominate, Buzzsaw’s never less than effortlessly watchable.
If you enjoy watching bad things happen to bad people (don’t lie—I know you gulped down both Fyre Festival documentaries last weekend), Velvet Buzzsaw gives you more than you bargained for, transforming into a not-particularly-scary horror movie whose appealing oddness and cruel humor goes down with disturbing ease.