Well, for Hollywood.
Not gonna lie: half the attraction to Velvet Buzzsaw is the blood-soaked romp being promised through the California art scene, and the other is watching John Malkovich play the newly-sober and always-cynical artist watching the whole thing burn down with mordant glee. At least, I hope that he’s got that role. He’d be great in it.
Comes out on Netflix on February 1st.
You’d think I’d like this. But there’s something about it that’s making me leery.
It’s annoying me that I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Tedious ideological subtext? I’m worried about that, myself, although Malkovich often makes up for that sort of thing.
Looks like an expanded version of Stephen King’s Road Virus Heads North.