The titular triangle of sadness of Ruben Östlund’s dark comedy is that little area of skin in between the eyebrows. You have to be careful, for it can crease and wrinkle if you frown too much. But frowning is the goal for model Carl (Harris Dickinson), who shows off his stilted walk at a “grumpy brand” casting, named as such for its gatekeeping advertising that “looks down on the consumer.”
The social and economical hierarchy is laid bare in Triangle of Sadness, as Sweden’s most audacious satirist makes a jab at privilege and wealth. Full of blunt critique and a surprising amount of toilet humour, it may well prove to be just as divisive as the director’s Palme d’Or winner The Square, but it’s no less a rollicking time.
