Who's up for a little blunt-force social commentary about the haves and have-nots, set in the rarefied clime of Oxford University?

Although the performances are uniformly on point and the dialogue is tartly British, the film ultimately fails to earn its riotous stripes.

It's a film that seems to have no further point than to remind us that some powerful jerks were once powerful jerk kids. Point taken, but it's not cinematically satisfying.

A somewhat uneven protest of English nobility and a denouncement of nepotic privilege, The Riot Club’s message is a redundant one: unchecked, inherited wealth leads to problems.