I think the best Warhol portrayal I ever saw was David Bowie in Basquait. But the guy in Vinyl is good. There is a scary seductiveness in him, where he pretends to be all prim and proper and even circumspect himself while he tempts and tittilates his acolytes into further involvement with self abasement thru the use of drugs and other wanton acts, which of course, he films, promising that he’ll make them a star. Vinyl has this part covered. The record company mogul’s wife, you can tell, gets a shiver down her spine when she sees her own playmates at how lucky she was to have been spirited away from the denizens of the factory.