Merritt, pervert lawyer, medieval music, pied piper themes, what more could you ask for?

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Form represents content in Saltburn’s parasitic replication of every algorithm-bating movie circa Call Me By Your Name to present. Nevertheless, will be adding Barry Keoghan taking the air out of bike tires to my (adopting mid-aught-period-appropriate language) “spank bank.”