In Entertainment Weekly, Maureen Lee Lenker reviewed the new movie “Saltburn,” a tale of sexual obsession set among Britain’s upper crust: “If you did a line of coke off a copy of ‘Brideshead Revisited,’ you might approximate the ‘Saltburn’ viewing experience.” (Jack Keegan, Oxford, Ohio)

In The Times, Charles Blow questioned many of Trump’s political opponents’ reluctance to talk about his indictments: “This idea of a dignified silence has a long political history, but its utility and efficacy is unclear in a modern context. It feels a bit like a ‘Happy Days’ nostalgia in a ‘Walking Dead’ reality.” (Lawrence Berman, Westfield, N.J., and Bob Trigg, San Anselmo, Calif., among others)

Also in The Times, Matthew Futterman paid tribute to the power of the tennis player Ben Shelton, 20, who became the youngest American man to reach a U.S. Open semifinal since Andy Roddick in 2003: “There is a specific sound that comes off Shelton’s racket when he lays into a serve or a stroke like only he and Carlos Alcaraz, the world No. 1, can these days. It’s nothing like the familiar thwop of strings hitting a felt ball, but more like a sledgehammer nailing a spike into a railroad tie.” (Patricia Hewitt, Manhattan)

Jamelle Bouie traced the implications of Wisconsin Republicans’ threats to impeach a Democrat who only just took her seat on the state’s Supreme Court: “In the absence of national regulation — and against the backdrop of a federal Supreme Court that is, at best, apathetic on issues of voting rights — states are as liable to become laboratories of autocracy as they are to serve as laboratories of democracy.” (Robert Daasch, West Linn, Ore.)

And Maureen Dowd eulogized her friend Jimmy Buffett: “When he was a young scalawag, he found the Life Aquatic and conjured his art from it, making Key West the capital of Margaritaville. He didn’t waste away there; he spun a billion-dollar empire out of a shaker of salt.” (Cliff Seixas, Elmwood Park, N.J., and Sophie Kent of Mamaroneck, N.Y.)