If Death of a Unicorn just wanted to be a non-stop gorefest, maybe the extreme obviousness of the premise and the lack of suspense in its execution wouldn’t matter. But the film only ramps up the action in its final third, and even then it keeps a fair amount of the unicorn-on-man violence off-camera. The first hour of the film is all feeble critique of dead-end capitalism and its cruelest and most successful adherents. The Leopolds make ripe targets, but the satire’s bite is about as sharp as a baby unicorn’s teeth.

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