From (a long way apparently) Chris Wilkinson's play of the same name. The film is set in a strip club. The girls go through their routines to shreds of Zippety-doo-dah and Sweet Dream Baby on the pocket-sized stage amid the usual cheap tinsel and glitter tat, acting out sour fantasies that point to a painful divorce from self - woman as servant, as little girl, as programmed seductress - each more grotesque than the last. It's typical Dwoskin, examining faces, gestures, half-movements. Rewarding unless you're after a good story.