I hate someone. Wanna know who it is? It’s Nick Broomfield. He directed this piece of shit, along with a lot of other shitty documentaries I have watched on Netflix instant watch, and one that I am going to watch very soon (it’s about Heidi Fleiss, ok?). 

I hate him because he owns me. He makes movies that, no matter what, I can’t not watch. A documentary about Tupac and Biggie? I am going to watch it. Aileen Wuornos? I’m going to watch it. Kurt and Courtney? Obvi. This piece of garbage about an S&M club that caters to Wall Street millionaires and has footage of their insanely fucked up breath-play sessions? Are you kidding me? YES. Yes. Who wouldn’t watch that? 

But this is the thing about Nick Broomfield: he is a total asshole. He injects himself into all of his movies, trying to act like a noble, inquisitive artist, but he’s too self-conscious to go without winking to his viewers with leading questions, supporting the opinions he won’t admit he has. And his opinions are almost always stupid. Especially in this one, in which he tries his hardest to paint these professional doms as broken down whores incapable of sustaining relationships.

Watch this, because if you are not in the S&M-obsessed millionaire’s club this is going to be an outrageous revelation and you’re going to finally see what Dan Savage and his questioners have been going on about. But also get that just because a woman is a dominatrix does not mean she’s an emotional mess as Nick Broomfield will unsuccessfully try to have you believe.