All the nerves, emotions, and hidden layers of meaning that went into the psychosexual thriller’s final provocation.
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Warning: This article contains spoilers for Saltburn.
Once you’ve made it through the slurping, jizz-spiked bathwater scene and the grave-fucking moment in Emerald Fennell’s outrageous psychosexual thriller Saltburn, really, where can it all go from there? As the psychopathic social climber Oliver Quick (a devilish Barry Keoghan) and his reign of terror on the British aristocracy comes to a close, the audience is almost unshockable; we’ve already seen it all in visceral, gory Technicolor.
But then the ending rolls around, and it’s a whiplash-inducing double…
