Discreet

GenerationofSwine

Some films bill themselves as exactly what they are. And I have no problem with that. This implies itself to be something other than it is. You expect, at best, The Girlfriend Experience, at worst Student Services, and at the absolute bottom either Pretty Woman or 50 Shades. What you get is neither. What you get is a horrible script made worse by bad actors. Maybe it billed itself so deceivingly in an effort to divert expectations. Maybe they did it because they knew they had a bad film. In either case, this film assumed it was better than it was and didn't have the talent behind it to allow for an annoyingly pretentious delivery. What you have here is a film that thinks it is deep and poignant, but is really just gutter trash putting on the airs of high society.