Mark Zuckerberg has his Hawaiian ranch with its blast-resistant bunker. Elon Musk, his secretive Texas compound to stow his growing brood. Jeff Bezos, a $500 million superyacht reachable by his fiancée’s helicopter.

The private retreats of tech billionaires are absurd in their inaccessibility. But on the screen and on the page, they are now hard to avoid.

Aboard the plush business jets of the Facebook tell-all “Careless People” and the luxe “Triangle of Sadness” yacht, inside the alpine lodge of the HBO satire “Mountainhead” and the hyperreal virtual worlds of “Black Mirror” and “Made for Love,” we are invited to trail tech leaders into their secluded dens. As we hop from the private island of the silly murder mystery “Glass Onion” to the private island of the pop-feminist caper “Blink Twice,” we spy from the keyhole as they insulate themselves from reality, responsibility and humanity itself.

We cannot escape the material and psychic influence of the technological elite — and now, in our escapist entertainment, we imagine that they cannot escape us. We play at sneaking into their opulent dens, assessing the décor and unlocking a deeper fantasy that somewhere within their fortified walls lie the secrets to their eventual ruin. In these plots, we see how their tech could be unplugged, their power revoked, their private deeds exposed. All it would take is one interloper — usually a woman, often working-class — who has the insight and guile to blow the house down.

The villain has always had his lair. In the Bond movies (and their Austin Powers spoofs), tech-adjacent tycoons attempt to take over the world from some underground bunker, space station or mountain retreat. Now that such figures have acquired ever more political and market power, entire films, television series and novels squat inside their private arenas.