Faithless Bitches

'Faithless Bitches' is a smutty, woefully scripted farce which the accompanying literature suggests was three years in the devising and quite extravagantly thought through. Or maybe that's me being soft: two male writers ñ David Turpin and director/producer Harold Finley ñ purporting to address the state of twenty-first century feminism via a soft porn industry romp is a prospect with a touch of farce itself. Monique Masters and Pamela Fairchild are two ageing softcore starlets, their bitter rivalry latterly exacerbated after Monique poached the lead role in mainstream movie 'Faithless Bitches' from Pamela.

The authors' intent was apparently to create two strong older female characters, unfairly forced to scrap for recognition in a world that should owe them. Presumably Turpin and Finley deemed the seamier end of Hollywood a fine allegory for the female experience as a whole. In infinitely subtler hands that might be the case, but as 'Faithless Bitches' degenerated into a mess of atrocious gags and grindingly unsympathetic characters, I found myself longing for more sophisticated feminist fare. Like, say, 'Confessions of a Window Cleaner'.