Two sisters walk up the stairs of their rooming house, having just made curfew. They argue about the men they have met on their first day as working girls in New York. One, who is worn out from the telegraph desk and a dinner date, can barely keep all her suitor’s gifts in hand (bottle of perfume, box of candy, orchid corsage, eventually her own exhausted high heels). The other is empty handed, believing she has found true love.
A scene like this reminds me of Sex and the City, except it also reminds me that within Working Girls’ lively debate of modern sexual mores there is actually something at stake: whether these girls can have sex and still survive in the city.
More probing and complex than most films made about women now. Uncompromising, dark, and also quite funny.