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In my years as a film critic, I have seen some deeply unpleasant stuff. I have winced and flinched through gross-out comedies and chewed my fingers to tartare in torture-porn horrors. But nothing so far has matched the visceral grimness of one of the scenes in The Riot Club, Lone Scherfig’s satire of Bullingdon entitlement and excess.
The scene in question is part of an extended initiation into the hedonistic club of the title. One of the characters, Alistair Ryle (Sam Claflin) is forced to do a blind tasting of a glass of wine augmented with an array of horrible
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2014-09-19 00:18:44.928 Universal Pictures
