It's like Ben Stiller is reaching into your wallet while you're looking him directly in the eye, and he's looking straight back at you, with a wry grin no doubt, but he keeps going, he just takes your money, all of it, and walks away, and you're just struck motionless with rage, standing there, agog, crying, crying at the futility of it all, crying. And then the last thing you see, in the middle distance, is Ben Stiller tearing up…
No central character.
No defined purpose for side characters.
No three acts.
No internal references.
No political polemical voice.
One of the best films ever made.