Triangle of Sadness
Sans filtre
Without Filter

From Ruben Östlund (Force Majeure, The Square) comes a broad social satire on the uber-rich that mines its many laughs more from our everyday adolescent preoccupations than the edgy wit that normally scores a comedy the Palme d'Or at Cannes. Ten years ago I would have been far more dismissive of this simplistic satire on a ducks-in-a-barrel target that cuts about as sharp as a pair of kindergarten safety scissors and spends two and a half hours circling its own asshole only to end up with almost nothing to say at a very loud volume, but in today's cinematic and societal context, the tone, humor, and level of intelligence feel just about right.