On the second half of the opening weekend for The 60th New York Film Festival, I attended a screening of the new comedy, “Triangle Of Sadness”.
Synopsis
Question: What can go
wrong when the rich and beautiful take a vacation on a luxury cruise?
Answer: EVERYTHING!
Story
Carl and Yaya are a young and attractive couple, befitting
the requirements of their chosen profession as models. Additionally, Yaya is profitable as an
Internet Influencer – as such, she has been gifted with a free trip for two on a luxury yacht. When she and Carl embark on their trip, they
have the opportunity to meet many other guests – quite a few of them being
incredibly wealthy people considerably older than they are. A great chance to network? Sure.
But mostly Carl is looking to relax and Yaya is focused on building her
brand by taking selfies and posting them to social media.
One of the many highlights of the cruise is supposed to be
the night when the passengers have dinner with the Captain (Woody Harrelson). Unfortunately for all concerned, the Captain
is an alcoholic who remains cloistered in his stateroom, refusing to
leave. His alcohol-addled brain causes
him to schedule the Captain’s Dinner for Thursday – despite the fact that he
has already been advised that weather reports indicate that night the ship will
encounter a severe storm which will result in choppy waters. The night of the dinner is, as expected, a
disaster – the rocking of the boat causes all of the guests to become seasick,
abruptly ending the evening.
After the storm ends, things only get worse – the ship finds
itself under attack by a rogue group of pirates who wind up blowing up the ship,
causing it to sink. While many perish
during their attempt to abandon the ship, a lucky few are able to make it to
shore via a lifeboat – among them being Carl and Yaya. The land on which they find themselves
appears to be deserted with wild animals being the only other occupants. Unequipped to fend for themselves in such a
situation, a small bit of good fortune occurs when one of the ship’s maids
washes up in an escape vessel; she immediately takes charge by finding and
preparing food for them. But with
provisions limited, will they be rescued before their food supply is exhausted?
Whoa! What a wild
ride this one is! If you’ve been waiting
for a laugh-out-loud comedy then this one is got to be at or near the top of
the list – provided, of course, that you don’t mind gross-out humor based on
bodily functions. It’s difficult to pick
a best scene or best line from “Triangle Of Sadness” (the title gets explained
early on), but the Captain’s Dinner and the Captain’s remark to the Russian oligarch
(quoting Karl Marx, “The last one we hang will be the one who sold us the rope”)
would have to be considered. The entire
movie is brilliantly conceived and carried out by the ensemble cast.
Based on the story – in particular, the third act – there will
likely be inevitable comparisons with the classic 1974 movie “Swept Away” by
the late Lina Wertmüller. This is
certainly a valid point given the similarities in both the setting and
theme. There are, however, differences
that make the two rather distinct from each other. For one thing, in “Swept Away”, when the two
become stranded a contentious relationship turns romantic; that does not happen
in “Triangle Of Sadness”. Another, is
that there are only two stranded people in “Swept Away” while “Triangle Of
Sadness” has quite a motley collection of castaways.
A conversation took place after the screening, which
included director Ruben Östlund and cast members Dolly de Leon (Abigail), and
Zlatko Burić (Russian Oligarch). Östlund
said that having grown up as a Socialist, he wanted to set the island scenes as
a turning of the power structure. As a
film teacher, he was describing the screenplay to his students when one of them
suggested that it might be better if the power structure fell into the hands of
a woman; that’s when he got the idea to make that character the cleaning lady
rather than a maintenance man. Suddenly,
the Toilet Manager becomes the Captain.
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