Doo Diligence #3 (or how I stole your email message and made it my film review)

Or, we heart hookers. Or, we hearted N.Y.

So I watched Hustling last night. I was kinda surprised it kept my attention the whole time. Out of it I realized two things: 

1) We need hoards of hookers on street corners today. I can't believe that has been taken from us. Hookers being sassy, bad mouthing cops and dealing with cheap johns - I can't understand why this doesn't exist.

 
2) Even though I have never been to New York City, in my mind I still imagine and perhaps hope that it still looks like it did in seedy ‘70s and ‘80s movies. Gritty, dirty and filled with bell bottoms and tacky neon, old pay phone booths and metal trash cans. If I go there now and see modern cafes and starbucks coffee joints it will really, really ruin the idea I have in my mind.

For no good reason, I’m thinking of greasy Italian men in dirty wife beaters. My vision of New York just isn’t complete without them. I don’t want hipsters. I want authentic, dirty Italian men hanging outside of porno theatres. This is the New York of my dreams. 

And hooker funerals. That might have been the best part of the Hustling itself. How come more movies don’t include hooker funerals? With a sorry group of hooker co-workers in attendance? Huh?

(Thank you Belle Bottom for your accidental review; makes my job so much easier.  We here at Cinemüshka love hookers too…