Yea, I feel like if this movie came out in 1995 and was straight to VHS it would be right at home. Actually, I think if everyone hammed it up more and it WAS a VHS print (with tracking and all)...I might have enjoyed it a bit more, haha.
The opening half hour was so damn promising and it felt almost like a Tom Ford movie, really tight and laying so many threads
But yeah this shits the bed terribly in the back half. Terribly. The bright and clear visual style doesn't match any of the deaths or "horror", the ambiance throughout doesn't feel creepy or psychological so none of the scares land, and the story loses its curious and interesting vibe as the plot and backstory falls apart.
So well intended and such a good idea. I'd like a Lynch or Fincher remake, frankly.
A movie with such an interesting premise and boundless room for creativity ended up being nothing but wasted potential.
A star-studded cast, great cinematography, interesting subject matter all amounted to a movie that left me to question "why even bother?"
A somewhat unique premise (unless you've seen Argento's Stendhal Syndrome) which fails to be interesting in every regard. Bland as a spiritual successor to Nightcrawler, milquetoast as a send up of pretentious art culture (Ghost World, Pecker, or Art School Confidential this is not), and an utter snooze as horror schlock. Watch Velvet Buzzsaw, and yawn through some lame ass deaths.
Nearly every character is purposefully unlikable and shallow, leaving you wondering why the hell you're even bothering to watch them. What a waste of John Malkovich also. Could he phone it in more here? Oh look he's pretentious and full of himself, just like every other character in this mov... zzzzzz
The characters were kind of unlikeable and the deaths were lame, but I dunno. This sort of reaches so bad it's good to me lol. Jake Gyllenhaal hamming it up and the ultra pretentious art lingo are fun.