Big Dickie Greenleaf energy: envy outwitting privilege, homoerotic simmering, skeptical associate who needs to get gone-d, envy becoming privilege, victorious villain. The biggest difference, when the dust settles, is the mood of the triumph: Ripley splinters while Oliver dances. Saltburn is also a movie, substituting Highsmith's literary measure with millennial hedonism. This amounts to a sloppier plot with heightened sensuality. It's a Ripley for the dense soaks of 2024. (Probably worth mentioning I haven't seen 2024's Ripley, which might be the Ripley for the dense soaks of 2024)
I enjoyed Saltburn's sensory and psychic language. It wasn't quite as innovative as I'd hoped, nor honestly quite as shocking, but it engrossed and impressed me enough for a respectable 2.75/4. It's hard for such a sensual movie to hit 3/4.
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