The particular scenes leading to the exposition of specific characters' self-psychoanalysis works well, and much of it is wonderfully written, as are a some of the comedic moments equally entertaining, but the acting's rather dry, in parts and could do with a bit of the purported vitality.
What do Japanese casinos and Swiss mansions have in common? They're both run by the guests, whether the owners know this or not. How is the death of a woman different from that of a man? She can be more easily replaced sexually by her surviving husband. What does all this mean? That money is heterosexual, for one thing. And that queerness is heterosexual too. To protect the money, naturally.
"...you were conceived in this bed- You were awake then - yes, but I suspect you're mother wasn't..." Marxist-absurdist fantasy which makes capitalism more ugly/beautiful than BLADE RUNNER undeservedly gets credit for. Funny like Blier, but more fucked up. Better than expected.