A near perfect dissection of vanity and the fleeting power of beauty and wealth in all its stupidity and ludicrousness. An absolute laugh-(and/or gasp)-out-loud journey from the intimate, relatable cringe of relationship troubles, through crude satire of the ultra wealthy, to perfectly believable absurdism on display in the dynamics of the characters in the third act.
Triangle of Sadness rarely, if ever, lambasts with tired tropes of its archetypal characters, instead opting for the absurd in-between moments, the camera choosing…
