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Body fascism abounds and there are a few amusing tussles when the machismo spills over, but once the novelty wears off, Rachel Tracy’s debut film contains few surprises or innovations. Stripping, it turns out, is as much of a trudge as any nine-to-five office gig and none of them seem especially fulfilled. Aptly, ‘Confessions…’ isn’t subtle, but it does the job.