Smart, vicious, and altogether cool, Thoroughbreds is a pristine perspective of prestige and pretention.
The film is set in rich, suburban America, where private schools and weekend vacays are the norm, teenage rebellion runs rampant, and no problem exists that a little money can’t fix.
Anchored by two cosmic, starlets-to-be, Anya Taylor-Joy and Olivia Cooke exude a sense of poise and calm well beyond their years. The poster for the film describes it as “Heathers Meets American Psycho” and remains exceedingly accurate in the best and least sociopathic way possible.
The music is quiet. Subtle, but brooding. At times feeling ancient, and primordial. Deep drums and wooden percussion give way to an undeniable Japanese influence, somewhat gothic, and tribal in a sense. It works brilliantly.
And while some may be turned off by the packaging, Thoroughbreds is a delight for those who want peer through the gloss and the glamour to unravel what truly makes us tick.