_Velvet Buzzsaw_ tries to juggle with too many balls in the air. There's the message ball, the satire ball, and the horror ball and, as anyone will tell you, if you have three balls, none of them get enough attention.

This really is 2 different movies squashed together. One part is a satire of the pretentiousness within the art world, and it is really great. The other part is a horror film about moving paintings, and it is generic and boring. It only gets interesting when the moving paintings are used to delve into Jake Gyllenhaal’s character. The other characters are just not that interesting. 5/10

I found this film entertaining but... not as enjoyable as I expected. When I first watched the trailer I was excited because the idea was interesting and there were very good actors on board. [spoiler]Nevertheless, the "horror" in this movie, completely blew it for me. If they would have gone with a more psychological damage rather than violent and impossible deaths, it would have had other effect (like, the first one hangs himself right? He might have done it driven to the effect that the art piece had on him, but nope. Then Toni Colette's death happened, and that was way too much for me to keep taking the movie seriously). It looked like a class B movie but with Netflix's budget.[/spoiler] I agree with all other comments already posted, that Gyllenhaal gave an amazing performance. Feels like that's the only reason that I don't consider this movie a waste of time.

Is bisexual horror a genre? Cause it's certainly my favorite one. Morf is a bisexual, feminine, intellectual and a character that says much about the elite art world. It's also a nice horror, not scary or revolutionary. Aesthetically visually pleasing, and good acting!

I think the basic idea is very strong. The contemporary art world was perfect material for a savage, venomous, even brilliant satire mixed with horror and mean streak. The problem is that the film never turns that promise into something truly powerful. It has the packaging, it has the cast, it has the premise… but it has no soul. For a while it works. There are scenes, characters, and situations that are entertaining, and you can tell the film wants to mock snobs, cultural posturing, and all that crowd that turns art into business, ego, and empty smoke. That part does have something going for it. But little by little it all starts to feel like a pretty hollow game. Visually it is striking, that much is true. It has color, design, familiar faces, and a style that tries to sell madness, weirdness, and sophistication. But underneath, almost everything feels more like posing than real inspiration. It is a film that seems deeply convinced it is much sharper than it really is. The cast does what it can, and there are performers who lift certain scenes, but it still is not enough. The big problem is that the film never makes you care very much about anything that happens. As satire it never truly bites, and as horror it never builds an atmosphere strong enough to pull you in. That is even more frustrating because you can feel there was material here. With a little more venom, more risk, or simply more visual madness, it could have become something much more memorable. Instead, it lands in a strange middle ground: neither a fascinating disaster nor a truly successful film. Overall, it felt like a failure built on a really good idea. It is watchable, yes, and it has a few curious moments, but in the end it gives off the exact opposite of what a cursed-art movie should give off: no soul, no real aftertaste, and far too easy to forget