Universal Studios
MOVIE REVIEW
The Riot Club (2014)
“The Riot Club” wants to mortify and astonish, presenting a bunch of Oxford University’s finest on an apocalyptic privilege-fueled binge through a country pub which leaves no prole uninsulted, no woman unmistreated and one well-meaning innocent on a saline drip for the crime of social climbing. But the satire is surely old news, certainly for anyone primed by the gloriously awful old photo of David Cameron and pals in the preening outfits of the Bullingdon Club, an image that no copyright lawyer can now stake through the heart — the film recreates a version of it, just in case. Most of Lone Scherfig‘s movie is spent shaking the English establishment so warmly by the throat that it summons up Monty Python’s “Upper-Class Twit of the Year” as much as anything else.
