Many films present prostitutes as the romantic ideal. But whether the movie is a silly comedy (
Trading Places), a romantic comedy (
Pretty Woman), a comedy with literary allusions (
Mighty Aphrodite), or even a drama (
Leaving Las Vegas and
Klute), there is something uncomfortably misogynistic about these heroines. They always seem to be impossible fantasy figures, eternally available and unshockable yet somehow ineradicably pure, and, perhaps the ultimate fantasy, having experienced many men but preferring our leading man.
In the most cynical manner, this movie smugly attempts to have it both ways. It wants us to be titillated by Danielle's past and yet root for her innocent romance. It wants us to assume that she is both hooker and angel. The ultimate conclusion is all the more smarmy for trying not to be. The main actors give decent performances and there are a few moments of comedy, a better-than-average soundtrack, and even a little charm. But the overall themes are truly vile and the last third of the plot is both vile and stupid.