They were careless people… they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.” So wrote F. Scott Fitzgerald in 1925’s The Great Gatsby of his monied characters, and in John Michael McDonagh’s adaptation of Lawrence Osborne’s 2012 bestselling novel, it seems little has changed in the intervening decades for the two-percenters at the heart of his lean – and mean – thriller.

Following an affluent married couple, David and Jo Henninger (Ralph Fiennes and Jessica Chastain) as they drive – sozzled – from Casablanca to Azner to attend an opulent weekend party, charts the emotional and moral fallout when the pair hit and kill a Moroccan teen and arrive at the soiree with his body in the back seat. Though it does little to dent the bacchanalian vibe of rich party-giver Richard (Matt Smith), the death prompts the boy’s grief-stricken father (Ismael Kanater) to arrive,