Saltburn is a good movie DESPITE Emerald Fennell's omnipresent ability to fuck up an interesting premise with an inability to say anything meaningful.
Instead of focusing on the far more interesting psychosexual side, the film decides to follow a far less interesting "rich people stupid" schtick, which was meaningful when Parasite did it, and boring when I have to listen to Barry Keoghan being told that he doesn't belong for 2 straight hours.
There is clearly an appeal to Fennell's…
