I finally gave in to Netflix’s pestering me to watch a movie titled Whores Glory. I assumed that it would be some type of trashy movie that glamorized prostitution, but what I got was a well presented and insightful production that dove into the world international prostitution culture. This intense visual documentary is in the format of a nearly two hour film. In this time , they explore the way in which prostitutes of Bangkok Thailand, Bangladesh, and Mexico view themselves and their profession. Each location had its own vastly different perspective, which wouldn’t necessarily be what you would have expect.
In Thailand, several women were the center of the storyline and were followed for several days to document their experiences. These women viewed their work as more or less a low paying job much as we might view a clothing retail position in America. They pay is comparable thus I draw this comparison. They could leave as they wish and the solicitation point was clean, modern, and very organized right down to their time card punch. They seemed happy, were seen laughing and joking around, and similar to the showy personalities I associate with exotic dancer’s here in the US, they were having fun. After their shift, they went to another club to pick up male prostitutes for whom they paid the drinks.
Bangladesh was not like this at all. The Red Light District was a dumping ground for unwanted women, often sold off by their own family. The setting was dilapidated multistory clay brick structure that probably was not even up to building codes that exist in Bangladesh. The women shared common wash facilities and the overall mood was depressing. Children lived in the building and sat outside the rooms as their mothers worked. The transactions were fast and cheap, often equivalent to less than a few American dollars. Men would visit several times a day and the women had Madams who would provide security and supplies. Many scenes showed crying, injured and mentally disapled women expected to simply just deal with their fate.
In Mexico, drugs motivated the ladies. Crack was the main influence in this prostitution scene. It is interesting to note that this is the only time the viewer actually sees the transaction of both money and full blown sexual intercourse. There are many confessionals from the ladies and each story is quite filled with sorrow. This is most similar to the way I would think of the US prostitution scene, with a strong ties to drugs.
Independent of location, the viewer is immersed in a humanizing dialog and visuals with women who are so often viewed as objects. It is also important to mention that protective sexual aids such as condoms were used with great prevalence throughout these global locations. At each location, the women also had their own limits to what they would do, and it surprisingly had to do with their religion. Overall, an interesting and sad movie