Addressing the camera and dipping into a staged series of flashbacks (otherwise known as wishful thinking), Zahedi describes his cracked marriages and his fixation with hookers.
It is the first word of the title, not the fourth, that dominates the picture, which is essentially the selective erotic memoir of a San Francisco filmmaker named Caveh Zahedi.
Anybody worried that the movie will objectify women should be reassured by the actresses hired to play his paramours, who are, for the most part, far more in command of their bodies and souls than Zahedi can ever hope to be.