Triangle of Sadness seems designed to be a gift for the suffering left. A kind of anti-Idiocracy dark comedy targeting the rich offers many delights, watching the clueless and obnoxious and insane behaviors of tech billionaires, Russian oligarchs, fashion models and “influencers,” and old-money senior citizens who tootle on brightly about how their weapons manufacturing corporation has been protecting American freedoms for decades, and so on.

With Triangle of Sadness, Swedish writer-director Ruben Östlund continues his unbroken flow of award-winning internationally successful arthouse films, following Force Majeure (2014) and The Square (2017). He’s got an undeniable gift for provocative subject matter, and there’s been a lot of chatter among cinephiles about the epic vomiting scene at the midway point of Triangle of Sadness, which makes the Mr. Creosote vomiting scene in Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life seem restrained by comparison.

In this notorious scene, the opulently dressed idle rich aboard a luxury yacht are served a seafood banquet during a bad storm at sea. Seemingly unable to fathom the idea that their enjoyments could be interrupted even by natural forces like storms, they all gulp down liquor and caviar and oysters and everything else most likely to create mal de mer aboard a heaving, pitching vessel, until the whole vast dining area is awash in puke.