Working Girls
Independent filmmaker Lizzie Borden puts her demystifying feminist sensibility to work in this quasi-clinical dissection of a middle-class house of prostitution. The polemical restraint is a pleasant surprise (especially after Borden’s angry Born in Flames debut), though sorority considerations still define the ins from the outs (the brothel proprietor is an ultrafemme cartoon: she’s not one of the working elect) and the johns are all treated with gently bemused contempt. Still, Borden avoids most of the ideological traps and concentrates instead on demolishing role-playing fantasies (her flat, deadpan style works wonderfully well at this) and revealing, like an anthropologist on a meticulous structural binge, the social dynamics of the trade....