Amber Haque’s preposterously bleak film shows how hordes of men have turned the ethical answer to sex work into a sleazy nightmare – and how big tech is turning a blind eye. Sound familiar?
In the grounds of a huge house in Manchester, dozens of dejected-looking young men and women – none of them fully dressed – mill around supercars they do not own. Nearby, a young woman with a faraway stare touches her lips in a rough facsimile of sexual availability. Inside, a Twister board lurks next to a pile of discarded clothes.
The whole setup is preposterously depressing, a kind of Requiem for a Dream for the modern-day influencer, but it turns out that the whole thing was designed as a content day for OnlyFans models – a way for them to spiral through outfits and locations and poses at speed for content they can dole out to subscribers over the coming months. Done right, it will make them rich.
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