Sex: My British Job
Mon Sep 23, 10-11.20pm, C4
Mon Sep 16 2013
Time Out Ratings<strong>Rating: </strong>4/5
‘Nobody can be ashamed when they see the money.’ So reckons Mary, the appalling madam of a Finchley brothel infiltrated by undercover reporter Hsaio-Hung Pai for six weeks last year. Working as a housekeeper but under constant pressure from Mary to turn a trick, Hsiao – in collaboration with director Nick Broomfield – uses hidden-camera spy glasses and secret recording devices to gather remarkably intimate insights into a shabby, shadowy trade.
It’s an astonishingly courageous venture that comes with a heavy cost – at one point Hsiao confesses to suicidal thoughts – and, in spite of flashes of gallows humour among the women, alcohol abuse and constant health risks are common. Intriguingly, none of the working women Hsiao meets has been trafficked directly into prostitution; rather, they’ve taken it up as the only employment option that offers a reasonable income for illegal immigrants – which, of course, raises its own questions.
‘Sex: My British Job’ is not a campaigning film with a neat narrative – there’s no climactic police bust or tirade to legalise prostitution – but it’s hard to come away from this without favouring some sort of regulation, while the official policy towards immigrants is left looking as shabby as ever. Brilliant and almost unwatchably frank reportage.
Harris you tool, it says "while the official policy towards immigrants is left looking as shabby as ever", learn to read. The word "shabby" describes the policy towards immigrants, not prostitution.
Notwithstanding the relatively positive closing line of this article, it seems like a good idea to point out, that calling the trade 'shabby' only helps to continue the very stigma, which makes prostitutes unto second class (or worse) citizens.
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