Quote of the day III

The brilliance of The Girlfriend Experience — and I think, as slapdash as it is, it might be brilliant — is that is set during the exact time this whole delicate ecosystem was turned on its head: Right after the economic collapse last fall. Suddenly, no one wants to talk to Chelsea — and they always, always want to talk to Chelsea — about their wives or their work stresses or their fear of abandonment. They want to talk about their money, and how little of it is left. Their entire worlds, their whole value systems, have been blown apart, and their sessions with Chelsea are more like therapy for post traumatic stress syndrome. (As you’re probably guessing, this isn’t exactly the sexiest movie ever made.) The parallel story with Chelsea’s trainer boyfriend is the same thing: A client invites him on a private plane to Las Vegas for a Boy’s Weekend Out, but they spend most of the time debating the economy and the election, realizing that this sort of life cannot last much longer. Vegas is not a playland here: It is an oasis about to fade. This is a film about our time, right now: We’ve based the whole structure of everything we do on transaction and profit, and that has all been obliterated. This movie takes place before the dust has settled, when we’re hanging on to what we have while we can. It’s a period piece from six months ago. Sure Chelsea’s clients can cling to her now … but how much longer will they be able to afford her? How much longer will she able to afford them?

-My buddy Will Leitch, he of the cookie sheet incident, has written an excellent review of the new Steven Soderbergh film, The Girlfriend Experience, which stars hipster porn Goddess Sasha Grey, she of the "eat more pineapple if you want girls to swallow your cum" fame. Prior to reading this, I'd no real desire to see this film, but now I want to see it. You can see the trailer for the film here.