I guess it's politically incorrect to say this but if boobs are your bag, this is the film for you.
Director Bertrand Bonello's portrait of a 1900s French brothel has top halves of view from the first minute to almost the last.
In fact, I guess the point is that there is so much beautiful skin on view that it becomes like wallpaper after a while.
The point of House Of Tolerance is to demonstrate how trapped and exploited young women were despite what they believed would be a glamourous lifestyle.
The setting is an upmarket establishment with rich clients but it doesn't make it any less depressing or, indeed, dangerous for the girls.
Bonello's movie captures the atmosphere well. The setting is relatively sumptuous but there is no doubt that it is to make the men, not the girls feel at home.
Indeed, despite outward appearances the prostitutes are treated little more than as if they are on a conveyor belt. For example, they are hardly ever allowed out and medical checks are done just to make sure they are fit for duty.
House of Tolerance is deliberately slow to reflect the mundanity of the girls' lives. And it certainly wasn't erotic - at least in my eyes.
There are, however, a couple of strangely incongruous moments. Firstly, the soul music which accompanies the opening credits and the moment the girls dance to Nights In White Satin, which was released nearly 70 years after the movie is set.
Those moments are really odd because otherwise it is its consistency which makes House Of Tolerance so believable and thought-provoking.
There are a no starring roles but all of the actors are entirely plausible and it is a creditable ensemble performance.
Laughs: None
Jumps: None
Vomit: None
Nudity: Probably more than I'm likely to see in any film this year.
Overall rating: 6/10
House of Tolerance is out at cinemas from January 27.
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