"Good people are not rewarded," one critic writes, "the kind do not die a good death, scoundrels take the upper hand, love proves false, only money is praised, but there is nothing behind money but lasciviousness and ugliness".
In the American magazine Foreign Affairs in 2008, Paul Collier mocked "the middle and upper class love affair with peasant agriculture", and the view that "peasants, like pandas, are to be preserved".
But then, Bloom likes to speculate that perhaps the English have been so anti-Semitic because of their upper-class love of sadomasochism (you know, those dodgy boarding schools of theirs).
Last fall, Paul Collier of Oxford University, an influential voice on issues of world poverty, published a provocative article in Foreign Affairs in which he argued that a "middle- and upper-class love affair with peasant agriculture" has clouded the African development debate with "romanticism".
Is the film's intent to satirize the upper-middle-class love of dinner parties?
It's significant that this sequence is juxtaposed with Finnick, a Hunger Games survivor, describing his sexual abuse at the hands of the upper-class elites; love and sex in the corrupt, feminised Capitol, are synonymous with perversion and violence.
Making just his third feature in a long career devoted mostly to music videos, he gorges on the stock elements of the genre: the studious child entranced by the neighborhood thug (in this case a former Marxist revolutionary), the sick mother, the trusting siblings, the new girlfriend from the upper class, the loved ones caught in the crossfire, the climactic rooftop encounter.
Like many emotionally troubled or repressed members of the English upper class, he loves animals.
Crocodiles may shun the upper Pacuare, but children love it: here's a swimming pool, bubbling down the stairs.
This week, Chicago's love for upper lip hair earned it the number one spot on a list of America's most mustache-friendly cities.
