Thoroughbreds

Thoroughbreds is delivered generally in a prim, flat style that recalls the films of Hal Hartley and Whit Stillman...Finley is interested in the dark corners of psychology where malice and desire converge, and he generates a surprising amount of tension.

Thoroughbreds is not for the faint of heart. It's a psychological thriller that explores what human nature is capable of when drained of all empathy and remorse, surviving instead on practised smiles, crocodile tears and self-serving impulses.

For those seeking a wickedly dark little confection, Thoroughbreds should prove a diverting watch; but those looking for anything deeper will find a lot left to be desired.

If you don't mind your movies nasty, brutish, and slight, you couldn't ask for a more delectable chocolate-covered razor blade.

Finley remains true to his vision, and it's a thrilling spectacle to behold.

Set in the opulent, WASP-y world of teen divas with killer instincts, Cory Finley's deliciously depraved satire skewers an empathy drain that he sees as sadly emblematic of modern life.

Brittle and very bleak, this black comedy [is] strikingly written and directed by newcomer Corey Finley.

It's sharp. It's clever. It features a delightful final performance from Anton Yelchin...

Where's this unlikely hybrid of Heathers and Equus all heading? Somewhere improbable, melodramatic and not worth the effort, sadly.

Bored-little-rich-kid satire is frequently as shallow as its subject, but Thoroughbreds is as sharp as a paper cut. It draws blood.

Thank goodness, the film stays on track and Cooke's character, especially, keeps on confounding us.

Elegant, cruel and precise in its commentary on the turmoil inherent in being a teenage girl, the film works brilliantly up until the final act, its mordant, manicured savagery heightened by a primal score.