It is a compelling story, very well-directed, with excellent performances and a clever, almost fairytale-like, design.

There isn’t a shred of creativity, originality or filmmaking skill in its two hours.

The result is a good movie that doesn’t have enough feeling (besides sadness) to be great.

Instead of being the lazy fan-service I feared, it is a legitimately entertaining family-friendly adventure.

A clever, thoughtful, funny, satirical comedy.

The sum of its parts may be greater than its whole. Still, this is an enjoyably low-key genre entry that values character over twists.

It is touching, thought-provoking and, if this does prove to be the final cinematic treat we receive from this legend, a worthy goodbye.

A creative, fairly funny, metaphor for what it means to go viral.

For all of its strengths, ultimately, it is bloated, empty and dull.

Emerald Fennell’s control of tone and ability to mix Oliver’s drama with the absurdity of the filthy rich is what makes Saltburn effective.