Disappointing despite maintaining a good focus, playing largely over one night. For all its hedonistic party scenes it becomes swiftly tiresome and fails to dig under the surface or offer any genuine revelation or change. There are moments of discomfort and excitement but the film trades in any deep social or political commentary for easy and predictable jibes intending to rile rather than expand.
These easy lessons are not possibly lessons that any intelligent, worldly person is still in need of learning. Am I supposed to relate to Max Irons's character? If I were to relate to Max Irons's character, then I would be as worthless as basically is this admittedly-well-made movie.
This is a fine-constructed episode of repellent wicked proportions that takes one to a Von Trier nightmarish type build-up, but leaves us without much else.This sketch of English class warfare focused on a bunch of patrician assholes, delivers some impressive performances from both Iron and Claflin with their mirrored dimensional characters, but fails to leave behind that political aftermath we were hoping for.