Films with such short runtimes have their inherent limitations, so I can't knock this one too much. The main issue is that we don't get to know our protagonist almost at all. So you have a sick mother... what else? I get your bare-bones motivation to get money but I need more. The ending is maybe the only thing that stands out with its great reveal, and thankfully it arrives quickly. Other than that, this is a pretty mediocre affair.
Though not nearly as astute as its Palme d'Or winning companion The Square, Triangle of Sadness makes up for it in sheer audacity. It is loud and grotesque almost beyond belief, and although it sometimes reads like class consciousness 101, and although its violent ending feels somewhat redundant (cough cough Parasite), in its entirety it is also unlike anything else.
I mean, just look at that second act with all of the vomiting and the shitting and the sliding. It's…