I read the positive reviews of this poor woman's version of Belle de Jour and was so saddened for those women who gushed over it. True, those reviews are 25 years old, so I can only hope that women have come to their senses since then.
This badly-acted, badly-directed, pedestrian concoction teaches women to achieve 'reaffirmation of self' ... by becoming high-end prostitutes. That's right, girls. The best way to get over your husband leaving you is to sell your body to rich men. And don't any of you fool yourselves by saying this is about sensuality, empowerment, reaffirmation of self, and all the rest of the tricks in the bag of excuses. This is simply the glorification of prostitution. And prostitution is degrading, demeaning and tawdry, never mind how well-paid or how glamorous they make it look.
If anybody is curious about why I, a woman, will have nothing to do with modern feminism watch this pitiful exhibit and read the gushing reviews. And if that does not make it clear enough it's because you are part of the problem.
