Anyone else find 'Perched on a Tree' (1971) strangely compelling? Roubier, Mazzini, and the existential highway...

Alright, so I finally got around to watching "Perched on a Tree" (1971). I'll admit, the premise – two shady businessmen, Roubier the French promoter and Mazzini the Italian, seemingly trying to monopolize European highways – didn't immediately scream cinematic gold. But there was something about the pacing and the offbeat humor that kept me hooked, even if I'm not entirely sure *what* I was hooked *to*. Specifically, I'm wrestling with the highway scenes. They felt almost... Lynchian in their banality? The sheer emptiness of the roads, juxtaposed with Roubier's (honestly, rather tiresome) anxiety, created this weird sense of existential dread. Was the point that capitalist ambition ultimately leads to a kind of soul-crushing isolation? Or am I reading way too much into a pretty silly movie about a guy who ends up literally perched on a tree? And Mazzini... what's the deal with that guy? He’s such a caricature – the loud, womanizing Italian. It feels almost offensively stereotypical at times, BUT, there were moments where I sensed a genuine weariness behind the facade. A kind of “I’ve seen it all, and none of it mattered” vibe. I found myself almost empathizing with him, despite his reprehensible behavior. Did anyone else pick up on that, or am I projecting? Maybe that's the film's low-key genius - it manages to get under your skin despite itself. Anyway, I'm curious to hear others' thoughts. Is "Perched on a Tree" a forgotten gem of European cinema, or just a bizarre, slightly racist, and ultimately pointless exercise in absurdity? Maybe both? Tell me what you think!!