There is something wonderfully grim about Infinity Pool's premise: a Nepotism baby makes a movie about a group of Nepotism babies for whom rules and restraint to not apply, their hedonism spiraling until it reaches a nadir where nothing, not even the Self, is sacred. As Georges Bataille theorized, something is only taboo if there is the possibility of transgression, and without the shock of transgression there is no taboo; the characters in Infinity Pool discovered this, and as privilege lifts the yokes from their necks, they set off towards an awful and unexplored horizon in search of a taboo that no longer exists.
In a different world Infinity Pool would read as a satire of Hollywood excess, but post-Weinstein and post-Epstein, the subtext is far, far darker. It's tempting to say that power corrupts, but the diverging paths of the film's characters hints a different philosophy: power is freedom, and through freedom we see ourselves as we truly are--some remain unchanged, some embrace it, and some are destroyed.