This is a movie, not so much about human trafficking, but about what happens AFTER the trafficked women and girls get to the West, in this case London. It starts with a familiar scene, gruesome in all its simplicity, of girl holding up a sign with information how to procure her services, while she's being told she's the girl they're looking for, they will forget all the other girls.
What follows are more or less dis-jumbled scenes, which do sort of show brothel activities and some more girls being lured into prostitution under false pretenses. The story makes a six month jump, and all the girls have apparently accepted their fate. Not much actual sex work is shown, it goes as far as massage with the girls in their underwear.
Then indeed some journalist is sent to investigate this situation, and these are the most descriptive, normal scenes. We at least get a sense of the plot and direction of the film.
Due to the extreme low budget character of the movie, the lack of familiarizing close ups and the somewhat mumbling actors and the substandard acting, it is difficult to get what the movie is about for the first 20 minutes. This isn't done because some art-house desire to be outside the mainstream, but simply because the movie has such low production value.
At the same time this is the great value of the film: The acting is so bad that we appreciate the acting in real films, and likewise the low production values. This is not a low-budget pearl like Clerks or The Blair Witch not by a looooooong shot.
If you've paid you're 1.2 euro for this at the supermarket, you've every right to feel robbed. It's not as bad as Tycus or The Room, but it's down there.
2 out of then for the dramatic nude scene with Amanda Kozlo, the only one who can somewhat act.
The Melancholic Alcoholic.
What follows are more or less dis-jumbled scenes, which do sort of show brothel activities and some more girls being lured into prostitution under false pretenses. The story makes a six month jump, and all the girls have apparently accepted their fate. Not much actual sex work is shown, it goes as far as massage with the girls in their underwear.
Then indeed some journalist is sent to investigate this situation, and these are the most descriptive, normal scenes. We at least get a sense of the plot and direction of the film.
Due to the extreme low budget character of the movie, the lack of familiarizing close ups and the somewhat mumbling actors and the substandard acting, it is difficult to get what the movie is about for the first 20 minutes. This isn't done because some art-house desire to be outside the mainstream, but simply because the movie has such low production value.
At the same time this is the great value of the film: The acting is so bad that we appreciate the acting in real films, and likewise the low production values. This is not a low-budget pearl like Clerks or The Blair Witch not by a looooooong shot.
If you've paid you're 1.2 euro for this at the supermarket, you've every right to feel robbed. It's not as bad as Tycus or The Room, but it's down there.
2 out of then for the dramatic nude scene with Amanda Kozlo, the only one who can somewhat act.
The Melancholic Alcoholic.
