Absolutely razor-sharp tale of greed in the disguise of affection, revealing and examining the persistence of class identity.
With his sudden stroke of luck, Fox gets to fulfill his internalized, materialist ambitions of rising in the class dynamic only to find a downward spiral to fall into – and the fall does not have an end, just as there is no end to the exploitation of the poor by the rich.
The worst tragedy is that there is a genuine yearning for the comfort of love so prevalent in Fox's mentality underneath the facade, but it gets continuously sidelined to the point of clear self-degradation.
The tone achieved here is something else; it feels demonic and even goofy at times. With Fassbinder's excellent sense of blocking and framing, the notion of Fox being surrounded by predatory bourgeois beasts is perfectly evoked. Appropriately cynical and poignant portrait of the human condition staring into the jaws of capitalism at its worst.