The Menu: More Than Just Fancy Food, It's...Societal Critique?

Okay, so I just finished watching "The Menu" and, wow, I'm still processing. Like, yeah, the food looked insane and Ralph Fiennes was captivating as usual, but I'm starting to think it's way deeper than just haute cuisine turned horror. Hear me out – what if the whole thing is about the death of art and passion in a capitalist society? Think about it: every single 'sin' the chef punishes is tied to someone who's either exploiting or diluting his artistic vision. The food critic, the rich patrons who don't actually appreciate the food, even Tyler, the food bro who's more interested in clout than actual flavor? They're all symptoms of a system that values status and money over genuine creativity. Anya Taylor-Joy's character, Margot, is the only one who's actually 'real' and sees through the BS, which is why she survives. And the cheeseburger request? Total mic drop moment. Was he a bad director? That's a concept... But here's where my theory gets a little wild: what if we, the audience, are also part of the problem? We're consuming this extreme artistry as entertainment, detached from the actual blood, sweat, and tears behind the creations. Are we any different from the shallow diners on that island? Maybe that's why the ending felt so bittersweet. The chef gets his release, but the cycle of exploitation continues, in a way. I'm still chewing on all this (pun intended, lol). Anyone else have similar thoughts? Or am I just reading way too much into this? I need someone to explain this to me before midnight so I can go to bed without feeling so confused.