A cross between Snatch and The Craft (with shades of Rashomon & Clerks), this is frenetic without being particularly original.
The variable quality of the performers and the performances do not help, neither does the dialogue that does not sound like real people talking - but like how we would like them to. The characters struggle to breathe free within the limitations of a contrived, deterministic and repetitive script with a decided lack of thematic content. Proof that Western males cannot write female roles.
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