Velvet Buzzsaw ★★★★½

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Delirium within itself. Captures the fundamental hilarity of Capital-A Art - that no one is truly saying anything worthwhile when they're with other people. Being alone, however, is a different story. That's when the art fights back. Self-actualizes. Fangs behind the teeth. It pulls its shaggy, air-pod mannequins along a thin thread of satirical musings, only to swipe away their egotistical obsession with the prospect of the neon unknown glow. A giallo for normies - both Deep Red and Scooby-doo: Where Are You?

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