Farce seems to be coming into fashion. How else to characterize the stream of farcical comedies on topical themes that has formed in recent years in contemporary cinema.
And that vogue began in 2019, when out of the blue Korean "Parasites" took the Oscar for best film. And then there was "Us," the fourth Matrix, "Don't Look Up," and now, finally, "Triangle of Sadness," which took the Palme d'Or this year.
It's hard to evaluate a film that explores so many philosophical issues at once: there's post-capitalism, which logically leads to socialism, and the role of men (especially attractive ones) in modern society, and the love triangle, and "princesses poop too", and just the inability of modern man to survive in a more or less wild environment. Although I am more than sure that any Russian (even an oligarch) of the older generation knows exactly how to make a fire without matches?
So, in front of us a young couple of models (here comes to mind a joke about "who is going to *** us so beautiful) Carl and Yaya. Besides modeling, Yaya is also an Instagram superstar. And Carl is just a model, but very attractive. Despite the financial disparity, she's the one who acts like a girl and he's the one who suffers, pays and tries to make the situation 50/50. And in doing so, he loves, is jealous and takes advantage of all the freebies his favorite blogger gets. That's how Carl and Yaya end up on an expensive cruise on a super luxury yacht, surrounded by largely old and fat millionaires, one of whom is a Russian oligarch preoccupied with the ideas of socialism. And everything would probably have been fun and funny, if the boat was not caught in a storm, and some of the passengers were not on a desert island.
Woody Harrelson, who has been declared in all instances, has only a small role, because the king of the screen here is truly Zlatko Burich, familiar to many from the trilogy "Dealer" Van Rofen, who since then has appeared quite often in independent projects of directors from different countries.
It is Zlatko as the Russian oligarch (or vice versa) who pulls the blanket over himself with his charisma and acting talent, despite the fact that Carl (Harris Dickinson) and Yaya (Charlby Van Creek) act as the main characters. So at certain moments you forget whether the story is about the misadventures of models or the life of a Russian oligarch at the end of his years, traveling with his wife and mistress, but like any Russian prefers drinking and intimate conversations about the world in general and in particular.
It is worth noting that Swedish director Ruben Estlund, in his usual Scandinavian way, takes a great pleasure in going over the whole human physiology, which makes us feel sick at first and then laugh very funny as the situations he presents look comically. I also want to give credit to the script and especially the dialogues. I don't think I've ever seen a movie where the scenes and conversations in them were so life-like. Even the phrases of the "Russian" oligarch were translated word for word into English. This is how the English-speaking Russians express themselves abroad, translating proverbs and idioms verbatim, which results in phrases that are amazing in their construction and meaning. All in all, great and a big gold coin in Estlund's piggy bank.