High-Rise is one of the most imaginative movies I’ve seen in a long time, a movie with a distinct opinion about class and about cruelty, and it says it in a unique way. The plot, if you will, of High-Rise is of a building in an indeterminate time and setting. It may be the 60s, it may be the 70s, and it may be some sort of dystopian post-apocalyptic wasteland. We’re never too sure. What we do know for sure is that in this high-rise building, people are tiered by class: The poorer people at the bottom, the richer people at the top. And there’s immediate friction between the classes. Madness boils just below the surface and the inevitable that happens is so inevitable that the film begins in medias res, showing the logical conclusion before we can even predict it as a possibility.