Triangle of Sadness (2022)
A 2022 Oscar nominee for Best Picture, Triangle of Sadness is an overlong, pretentious, and long-winded look at power, beauty, and wealth that failed to engage this reviewer, despite it winning a Palm D'Or at the Cannes Film Festival.

The film begins strangely at some kind of audition for male models where we meet supermodel Carl, who is planning a luxury cruise with his girlfriend, fellow supermodel Yaya.
The cruise not only turns out to be a test of the couple's love, but eventually turns into a test for their survival.

Director and screenwriter Ruben Ostlund has, for reasons this reviewer can't fathom, has been nominated for Best Director and Best Original Screenplay for this snore-inducing look at the rich and powerful that's all over the place and takes its sweet time in traveling to the various places it lands. The film begins at some sort of modeling call where we meet Carl and get to watch him being coached on how to walk. Approximately seven or eight minutes of screentime is devoted to the proper facial expression for the proper designer and how to walk shirtless.

Just when we think we're getting some sort of cinema verite regarding the trials and tribulations of being a model, the story shifts to Carl and Yaya's relationship, which reaches crisis mode when Yaya tries to pay for dinner and her credit card is rejected. Carl wants credit for paying for dinner and Yaya wants credit for trying. Carl and Yaya are then whisked off on a luxury cruise where most of the guests get ill at the Captain's dinner and before you know it, the cruiser goes down and selected crew d guest find themselves stranded on a deserted island.

I just don't get what Ostlund was doing here because every time the film starts to get interesting and we feel like we know what's going. it just stops and makes an abrupt detour to a new plot line. Everyone at the Captain's dinner literally starts throwing up everywhere (a scene that went on WAY too long) and why it happened is never addressed. The wait for a connection to the separate journeys this movie makes was as futile and pointless as this movie was. This movie, like last year's Drive My Car are primary arguments for the Academy going back to five nominees for Best Picture.
A 2022 Oscar nominee for Best Picture, Triangle of Sadness is an overlong, pretentious, and long-winded look at power, beauty, and wealth that failed to engage this reviewer, despite it winning a Palm D'Or at the Cannes Film Festival.

The film begins strangely at some kind of audition for male models where we meet supermodel Carl, who is planning a luxury cruise with his girlfriend, fellow supermodel Yaya.
The cruise not only turns out to be a test of the couple's love, but eventually turns into a test for their survival.

Director and screenwriter Ruben Ostlund has, for reasons this reviewer can't fathom, has been nominated for Best Director and Best Original Screenplay for this snore-inducing look at the rich and powerful that's all over the place and takes its sweet time in traveling to the various places it lands. The film begins at some sort of modeling call where we meet Carl and get to watch him being coached on how to walk. Approximately seven or eight minutes of screentime is devoted to the proper facial expression for the proper designer and how to walk shirtless.

Just when we think we're getting some sort of cinema verite regarding the trials and tribulations of being a model, the story shifts to Carl and Yaya's relationship, which reaches crisis mode when Yaya tries to pay for dinner and her credit card is rejected. Carl wants credit for paying for dinner and Yaya wants credit for trying. Carl and Yaya are then whisked off on a luxury cruise where most of the guests get ill at the Captain's dinner and before you know it, the cruiser goes down and selected crew d guest find themselves stranded on a deserted island.

I just don't get what Ostlund was doing here because every time the film starts to get interesting and we feel like we know what's going. it just stops and makes an abrupt detour to a new plot line. Everyone at the Captain's dinner literally starts throwing up everywhere (a scene that went on WAY too long) and why it happened is never addressed. The wait for a connection to the separate journeys this movie makes was as futile and pointless as this movie was. This movie, like last year's Drive My Car are primary arguments for the Academy going back to five nominees for Best Picture.
Last edited by Gideon58; 05-23-24 at 12:42 PM.