i think ppl criticizing saltburn for being a bad addition to this weird influx of self-aware class conscious movies we’ve seen in these last couple of years are so funny because that is literally not at all what this movie is going for.

its so easy to conflate aestheticism with classism, especially when saltburn plays with this kind of gauche idea of beauty, but the problem isn’t that the catton’s have an unnatural relationship with wealth and material, it’s that they have an unnatural relationship with beauty and a seemingly never ending supply of it. and of course these things go hand in hand. in a house where desire is unheard of, to be of want is a messy ordeal that’s shunned and repressed.

but this movie is never asking what you would do for material gain. it’s about obsession with a relationship and a person that is close enough to touch but still off limits. how do you tell somebody that has never wanted in their life that you want them? how badly do you want them? would you do something ugly for them? would you kill for them?