It’s no secret that the world is obsessed with the ultra-wealthy. Their clothes, their eating habits, their strange and ancient rituals (see: buying $20,000 hyperbaric oxygen chambers, going to Burning Man); there’s nothing we love more than probing the inner workings of the super-rich. We love watching them buy opulent houses on Selling Sunset, bickering over family loyalties in Succession or towering over history in The Crown. But, oh, how this obsession can so easily curdle into bitter and primal hatred – we’ve relished seeing the gruesome downfall of our most glamorous long before Marie Antoinette was guillotined in 1793. This was just the year Hollywood finally caught up.

From satirical thrillers like The Menu to dark comedies like Triangle of Sadness, there’s been a spike in what you might loosely term “eat the rich” films. Even HBO series The White Lotus turns a luxury hotel chain into a microcosm of America, the spiky, sumptuous black comedy investigating the excess of the wealthy and their disdain for those beneath them. But these films and TV shows don’t just simply investigate the monstrous habits of the ultra-wealthy as films like Wolf Of Wall Street and Ready or Not have before them. No: now, we want to see the rich suffer.

Take Ruben Östland’s Palme d’Or-winning Triangle of Sadness: Russian billionaires and model influencers board a luxury yacht for a weekend of complete indulgence….