Bare

Leite's writing is somewhat bizarre...supposedly feminist, yet the central performance bows down to and scrapes the barrel of the shabbier male psyche...

By becoming a stripper (implausibly) due to meeting an un(un)ruly, lesbian drug-dealer...Leite's brand of fem-politics unravels...or, rather, self-destructs almost instantaneously.

The stereotyping of gender roles is - for want of some better words - prosaic...hum-drum...lazy.

How can a young, down-at-heel woman be liberated by stripping...is the drool from those lascivious men the catalyst for her escape?!?

Technically, it's a competent film with performances to match. However, the writing is devoid of material...coupled with a direction that lacks substance...the result is - overwhelmingly - threadbare.

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