Maria and Sascha are two sex workers, one has a family with a child, the other is a free and financially independent woman. She lives in a nice house and occasionally calls her father to whom she leaves reassuring messages, telling him that she is doing well and becoming rich.
What happens is inconsequential except that the two women fall in love with each other while a poem written by Sascha describes, portrays, sculpts, perfectly frames the meaning of this magical and surprising film.
A bastard and a criminal
exiled into womanhood
They call it "being a woman"
My concept of family is not their concept of family
My concept of poetry is not their concept of poetry
The sex they practice does not exist
If they keep telling you to die
Eventually you either die or start living
Out of spite
And I am a woman in the sense that I am made...of spite
A bastard and a criminal
exiled into womanhood
They call it "being a woman"
It has something to do with the masters' tools
But the truth is that the weapons used to kill them they made themselves
You are the son of a whore
and whores are virgins Mary
and it is your daughter whose hand I hold.
The same hand that at night with the others, cleans their weapon.
My concept of family is not their concept of family
My concept of poetry is not their concept of poetry
The sex they practice does not exist
If they keep telling you to die
Eventually you die or start living
Out of spite
And I'm a woman in the sense that I'm made...out of spite
I'm a woman in the sense that I'm not a woman at all
I'm a woman in the sense I'm not a woman at all.
Marielle Heller
Walter Salles
Emmanuelle Nicot
David Cronenberg
Xavier Dolan
Abel Ferrara
