Nina Menkes’ directorial debut is a cyclistic examination of abuse at the hands of sex workers. In this feminist take, the idea is interesting, but the execution leaves a lot to be desired. Its stiff line delivery of dialogue that feels like it was written to be more poetic slows down what would otherwise be a thought-provoking film that wears its influences on its sleeve. Perhaps paired with one such reference, such as Je tu il elle or Jeanne Dielman, would it be a stronger viewing experience.
Nina Menkes’ directorial debut is a cyclistic examination of abuse at the hands of sex workers. In this feminist take, the idea is interesting, but the execution leaves a lot to be desired. Its stiff line delivery of dialogue that feels like it was written to be more poetic slows down what would otherwise be a thought-provoking film that wears its influences on its sleeve. Perhaps paired with one such reference, such as Je tu il elle or Jeanne Dielman, would it be a stronger viewing experience.
