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Cannes has an odd relationship with class.
Is it a lingering guilt?
(Credit to Ostlund for continuing to paint whole new shades of masculine weakness.)
(More unusual is the ships captain, a Marxist played by Woody Harrelson.)
ItsTheWhite Lotuson the high seas, at least until the cruise comes to an early end.
Then social hierarchies are upended and new currencies gain value.
Whether he hit those heights is a matter of debate.
Audiences are eating it up, though.
However, there is one extended set piece that everyone can agree on.
At first, the crew and guests simply brush it off.
The service carts start clattering around the dining room, but, still, the meal must go on.
Then the vomiting starts.
Every color of upchuck, with a frankly impressive level of hydraulic pressure.
If that wasnt bad enough, finally the toilets overflow.
Rivers of sewage flood the hallways like a particularly brown remake ofThe Shining.
Rather than prompting walkouts, the movies going over like gangbusters.
Ostlund is quite literally rubbing his audiences noses in shit, and they love him for it.
One of the accidental themes of this years slate has been moral hypocrisy.
Maybe thats whyTriangle of Sadnessis resonating: There is no hiding how terrible all these people are.
Their ugliness is going to come out, one end or another.
