Well, we weren't expecting how nasty this would turn out to be, though by the first half hour I was already wishing untimely ends on these twats, unfit for the term 'gentlemen'. And that I think was the point of Laura Wade's play (which she adapted), to demonstrate that the elite get away with stuff and the rest of us have to put up with it, but it's a rebarbative work, with the only humanity coming from girlfriend Holliday Grainger and publican Gordon Brown and his daughter Jessica Brown Findlay. The variously indistinguishable oiks include Freddie Fox, Sam Claflin, Max Irons, Sam Reid and Douglas Booth, with Samuel West and Tom Hollander.
There was no one to like, you see, and not much fun. Accordingly it is not a film I will be watching again often.
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