I was writer-director Emerald Fennell’s target audience for Saltburn: a British Gen Zer that takes great pleasure in sneering at upper-class Oxford types and loves anything vacuous. I expected that it would be like a posh Skins, with bratty toffs spraying Dom Perignon into each other’s mouths instead of a six-pack of the cheapest beer. […]. Read More in Red Pill NOWlej.
