The film could take place in a variety of art & culture hubs, but it feels the most right in Los Angeles. This is satire at its core, but so satisfying to see its pretentious characters picked off one by one in some brutal old testament kills. To paraphrase one of the character’s lines, art kills.
But the art scene is still sexy as it is shallow just like Velvet Buzzsaw. And everyone want to be part of the freak scene. Part snake oil, drugs, spectacle, parties, and celebrity while the 1 percenters compete for their art de jour conquests. Fire up your Netflix account (or somebody else’s) and watch the whores hustle and the hustlers whore. People will die and we can all stand up and cheer about it.