Whores' Glory

...but it is important. It has stuck with me, & over the years, I've thought about these women. If a movie sticks with you, then it succeeded. And this movie succeeded.

Any reviewer who didn't "like" this, missed the point. And as for that "top" review, who said the film makers didn't delve into the prostitutes lives enough, what makes you think their profession didn't dominate their daily existence? Sex work would taint bonding with others, except for the small few that share in their mutual destruction (other prostitutes, other addicts, etc). This is an important movie, everyone should watch. (And how can you be have the top review with 36 down votes?)

Whores' Glory is a difficult, essential watch. It strips away the judgment and the exoticism often tied to this profession, leaving only the grim, repetitive, soul-crushing reality. You leave the film haunted, not by judgment, but by a deep, helpless sorrow for the girls-the ones whose youth was consumed by poverty, the ones whose bodies became commodities, and the ones who had no other path. This is a powerful, if painful, tribute to the resilience and the quiet, desperate humanity of women surviving in the world's oldest and most unforgiving trade. It is a film that makes you mourn for their lost innocence and their confined destinies.

This feeling escalates into a genuine, helpless heartbreak during the Bangladesh segment. Confined to a walled-off, desolate community, the extreme poverty and the sheer youth of some of the girls are devastating. They are trapped in unsanitary, brutal conditions, often sold into the work by their own families. You see the tired, resigned faces, the hardened cynicism already setting in on those who should still be children. Their dreams, when articulated, are heartbreakingly small-a hope of simply escaping the cycle, a quiet yearning for a life that feels impossibly far away. The pity is overwhelming; their struggle is not just against men, but against the systemic failure of the world.

While the chitchatting girls of Bangkok may initially make you think it's actually not that bad, the back alley brothel in Bangladesh kicks you in the stomach. Remember while watching: 100 Taka = €0,95. And while the men are reduced to (nasty, ignorant, or at least naive) animals that can't help but exert their primal urges ('without the brothel all women would get raped all the time' is a telling quote), it's the madams' treatment of their girls that will truly horrify any viewer. The documentary ends slightly surrealistic, though not unsuitable, in a drug-fueled Mexican red light area.

What probably struck me most were the small rituals, often merely casual habits, that are used by the girls to keep hanging on in their incredibly hard life.

One can argue (as I'm sure has been done) whether 'dramatic' music in such a documentary is fitting. Nevertheless, the film is gripping, beautifully made, and if it wasn't such a nasty side of humanity the images and music would be enchanting. But without a happy end.

Might be my favorite documentary of all time - it really makes you feel the sorrow behind these poor women.

This is a must see look at lives of prostitutes in different countries around the world. The saddest monologue is from a young Pakistan prostitute who asks how in god's world can there be no place for her. She sees her future clearly and realizes that she has no hope of the simple dreams of a marriage and family.

The overview is blunt and non judgmental. Mainly it is left to the prostitutes to discuss their own experiences.