The breakdown of Stuart and Sylvia Ireland's marriage, and the role of her psychiatrist in it, has much in common with the global financial meltdown.
For a start, the obsessive, heartless pursuit of profit, followed by equally obsessive and pointless consumption/shopping; the apparent complete absence of sense and sensibility.
Here it comes with obsessive, loveless, essentially masturbatory sex to match. (Wasn’t it inevitable – even if we are a little shocked – that, in the midst of the money maelstrom, we would find a supposedly respectable someone fucking someone else that he definitely ought not to have been?)
Now one has to ask: is the collapse so profound that even the psychiatrists are falling apart?