This intentionally trashy satire of misplaced priorities among the wealthy strives to be a "so bad, it's good" cult classic. And there's enough here that is good that it's too bad that it is, in fact, ultimately so bad. For one thing, it's still far too rare to see a gay male lead whose romantic life and loneliness are central to the story. And Coupe is phenomenal as a vapid gold digger who's no "dumb blonde." She elevates every unfiltered word that comes out of Lux's mouth, so natural and believable as a wealthy widow wannabe that it feels like she must be typecast (she's not). Her performance is, frankly, the only thing that makes this raunchy comedy watchable -- every scene without her drags. But, hey, the lighting, typography, and graphics are great!
Despite good production values, at times The Estate feels gratuitous in the way it ogles male bodies. What's more, the plot isn't original and doesn't deliver a satisfying comeuppance. And, aside from Coupe, the cast is barely competent, Roberts included. This film knows what it is, though, and gets a kick out of itself. Good comedy swings upward -- laughing at the stupidly rich is pretty safe ground -- but this comedy is more lewd than shrewd, and definitely not for kids.