The stand-out attributes of the film are, by far, Dickinson’s performance—dryly funny as he overcompensates for his masculine insecurities...

...it will keep you on your toes until the sensational final moment of its breezy drift.

Money talks, and beauty walks — it dips and spins, twirls and sashays, and stares lovingly into its own void — in Triangle of Sadness, an acid, sun-drenched satire from the incurable Swedish provocateur Ruben Östlund.

With smartly attired crew members on call to cater for the wealthy’s every whim and an unseen army of menials toiling below decks, Triangle’s slightly flabby midriff has the feel of Downton Abbey On The Nile.