The movie “(Untitled)” is a tinny satire destined to go “(Unwatched)” because it is “(Uninteresting).”

Adam Goldberg plays an atonal composer (his pieces rely on lots of shattering of wine glasses and primal screams) who hooks up with an art dealer who specializes in inscrutable works. One client (Vinnie Jones) enjoys presenting dead animals as art; another sticks a pencil to a wall.

It’s been decades since the avant-garde art world jumped the formaldehyde-engulfed shark. It’s oblivious to standards, thus beyond the reach of satire. Now that everyone who isn’t a Kool-Aid drinking member of the art cult has long since stopped caring about what modish artists are doing, “(Untitled)” is not only a thin, obvious, one-joke affair, it’s also an irrelevant bore.

Running time: 96 minutes. Rated R (profanity, nude images). At the Angelika, Houston and Mercer Streets.