unbearable if taken at face value, but works when appreciated as a satire of the emerging “eat-the-rich” subgenre, which was pretty clearly its intention. the hollowness of films like the menu, triangle of sadness, and glass onion is not only the subject of ruthless mockery, but in its self-awareness has more heart than any of its contemporaries. 

the nyt wrote that jenna ortega was “better than she needed to be,” and i agree that her earnestness was somewhat of a…