Triangle of Sadness concerns wealthy passengers aboard a luxury yacht and the staff that serves them.
We’re set up to hate the rich at first. When they introduce themselves at dinner, we meet the Russian “I sell shit” guy who earned his fortune in fertilizer, and the couple who made their millions selling hand grenades and landmines. “Those UN regulations messed everything up,” they complain. “Those regulations trimmed 25% off our profits. Those were hard times. But we pulled together.”
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