Shoutout to my six-year-old cousin. This is her favourite film.

A great, sweet film where someone considers suicide by poutine.

Don't make a pretty good film and then make it a lot worse by using the last 10 minutes to tell the audience you're actually very very smart you just didn't show them any of it.

I think it would have been better if it had just ended with that shot of Oliver leaving Saltburn, before the time jump.

Looks cool; left me feeling kind of annoyed.

Oh dear it really is terrible.