Revolutionary Girl Utena is not a deep examination of the motivations and foibles of its cast. It is not a parable or metaphor for any real-world equivalent. It is nothing but an overblown exercise in literary masturbation by a director who was mad that they wouldn't allow him to turn Sailor Moon into a monument to pompous excessiveness. The story has no deep explanation nor any resolution, the characters cannot decide whether they are serious or jokes, with all its flimsy premise disguised under a crushing load of meaningless symbolism and flashy presentation that soon melts away revealing it to be nothing but repeating the same tired plot devices over and over and over. It is a literary farce, a grandiose monument to intellectual bankruptcy, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.