There are no word-driven relationships. Visuals make the point. Some of the scenes have the same kind of deadpan visual punning we find, in another tone, in the films of Jacques Tati. It is a hunt. In a barren, low-ceilinged room, too big for the people in it, volunteers arrange clusters of balloons.
Crepe paper hangs thinly from beams.
An inept rock band sets up. The band starts playing, accompanied by a patient who rhythmically bangs a folding chair open and closed. Finally, incongruously, a harpist begins to play, and the camera circles the room, which is stilled by the quiet music. I would recommend the party scene to film students, who could learn from it. But I was kept outside the film by the distanced, closed-off characters.