The Riot Club is an exclusive "dining club" wherein a select group of wealthy and privileged young men at Oxford get together – and have done for a couple of hundred years – ostensibly to dine, but actually to indulge in excess. At one such gathering, things go horribly wrong.
A group of up and coming young British actors are excellent in a film which dramatises (and, it can be argued, over-dramatises) an incident from recent years. More than anything else, it is effective at conveying the sense of superiority and entitlement which accompanies some of these upper-class individuals, and the rarified atmosphere of the power base which has surrounded them since birth.
Credit goes to Max Irons and, particularly, Sam Claflin as the two main protagonists, and to Laura Wade for the screenplay adapted from her own play. The ending is both so right and so wrong.
And for the benefit of any non-Brits watching and reading, the society portrayed here is as alien to most Brits as it is to you.
A group of up and coming young British actors are excellent in a film which dramatises (and, it can be argued, over-dramatises) an incident from recent years. More than anything else, it is effective at conveying the sense of superiority and entitlement which accompanies some of these upper-class individuals, and the rarified atmosphere of the power base which has surrounded them since birth.
Credit goes to Max Irons and, particularly, Sam Claflin as the two main protagonists, and to Laura Wade for the screenplay adapted from her own play. The ending is both so right and so wrong.
And for the benefit of any non-Brits watching and reading, the society portrayed here is as alien to most Brits as it is to you.