Remedy (2014)

by Lori Adorable on January 24, 2014 · 17 comments

in Movies, Reviews

remedy cover“So you went domme on a dare,” a co-worker remarks to the eponymous protagonist of Remedy. It’s one of the movie’s more memorable lines. It’s also the reason I watched this flick in the first place: a dare. I challenged myself to sit through a movie about a twenty-something who lands a job as a pro-switch in a midtown Manhattan commercial dungeon even though I’d already lived that exact experience. Because it’s an incredibly specific kind of sex worker story, I anticipated that this depiction would either be inaccurate to an enraging degree, or familiar enough to require drinking away the feelings it dredged up. To put it simply: I knew that viewing this would be unpleasant, and I did it anyway. It seems Remedy (newcomer Kira Davies) and I share a certain mentality as well as a job title.

We share much more than that, actually. The movie is said to be “based on [writer and] director Cheyenne Picardo’s own experiences,” but I hadn’t anticipated the honesty of the details. Remedy goes to SMack!, a long-running fetish party in the New York scene, she meets a domme who can get her a job at a dungeon a few blocks north of the Herald Square subway stop, which is where I used to work, and then she meets the clients. Oh, the clients. Remedy’s clients are painfully real, in all their whacked-out, hairy, sweaty, groping, preachy, leering, cordial, charming, and manipulative incarnations. I don’t just mean that they’re plausible. No, despite the obligatory legal disclaimer, the resemblances to persons still quite living is undeniable for those of us who know them. I gasped as Remedy was introduced to her first client (played by the perfectly gross Chris Reilly), a certain dental fetishist familiar to everyone in the New York house scene. This movie isn’t just realistic; sitting through it was like watching my own biopic.

I admit that it’s hard to get past the shock of watching someone who looks just like you doing just what you did with the very same people you were doing it with. I admit that this two-hour movie took me nearly four booze-soaked hours to get through. I admit that I have quite a lot of feelings about it, and that I am not an impartial observer, not at all. Then again, neither is the professional critic whose only experience with the sex industry is that time he went to a strip club for a bachelor party, or the stripper who’s never set foot in a commercial dungeon.

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Flambeaux (née Chris Reilly) as a client with a highly specific fetish.

Remedy isn’t the Happy Hooker story a lot of strippers, dommes, and other sex workers might prefer it to be. It’s also not the typical Tragic Sex Worker Story or the Fallen Woman Redemption Tale, but it is absolutely unsparing in its assessment of what it’s like to work in a commercial house. In fact, it’s not quite brutal enough in its take on the bottom half of a starkly segregated industry, likely because working conditions have deteriorated rapidly and consistently over the past several years. Whereas independent dommes and subs used to look down on houses from a Kinkier-Than-Thou standpoint (the BDSM version of the Serious Professional attitude), criticisms of houses are now equal parts scorn and concern. It’s not just that rushed sessions cheapen the psychological experience of a BDSM scene; it’s that houses are becoming the kinky version of the massage parlor, with all the legal risks that entails.

There are a few oblique nods to criminalization in Remedy, but the all-pervading anxiety that lingered for years after the 2008 raids isn’t present. There is the palpable uncertainty when Remedy subs to a client she hasn’t screened herself, but there is no indication that her house will refuse to blacklist him if he turns violent. Perhaps most strikingly, Remedy is forbidden to do submissive sessions at first. Many houses now encourage switching from the start; some even require it.

Remedy is a brutal movie not because it’s reinforcing any particular sex work stereotype, but because it’s telling one very particular and very real kind of sex work experience. It’s a testament to a form of work that has only existed for a brief period of time in only a handful of cities, and which may not exist all that much longer.

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Kira Davies as Remedy.

Remedy is therefore an important movie. It’s also a beautiful movie. The direction is surprisingly powerful for a debut film, particularly in the pivotal scene with The Man in The Suit (Tim Bohn). This is the typical sub session gone bad: the client isn’t a psychopath, not even close. He hews just inside the lines of acceptable behavior, until he doesn’t anymore. Even then, there’s the question of whether he’s doing it on purpose, or whether he’s going to pull back, and as you try to figure it out, as you try to decide if you should safeword or scream for help, the world folds in on itself. It’s subspace combined with survival mode; you can’t act, can’t think, can only try to breathe through it. Davies acts the hell out of it, and Picardo’s script pushes the scene about as long as it can go.

I held it together until the coda. Whereas other directors would have cut after The Man in The Suit leaves, Picardo, as a former sex worker, knows not to fade to black. She knows that you don’t get to regroup after a session as bad as this. You have to go back to the room and—this was where I finally teared up—you have to open the trunk and pull out the spray bottle of alcohol and the roll of paper towels. You have to clean up.

The movie becomes a little predictable from there, maybe even clichéd, but it maintains its realism; crying in the shower is a cliché for a reason. Such scenes might seem to pull from the old bin of Sex Worker Story tropes, but Picardo ignores that context like she’s never even heard of Les Miserable or Moulin Rouge! Remedy isn’t iconoclastic: it’s operating on a parallel plane. It’s one of the few instances when it’s appropriate to say “It’s a stereotype because it’s true.”

Joe Mihalchick (right) as one of the more charming clients.

Joe Mihalchick (right) as one of the more charming clients.

The riskiest choice Picardo makes here isn’t the subject matter or the story arc, anyway. It’s the pacing. All of the scenes with clients run on longer than they should, while scenes featuring Remedy with her co-workers are too short. It’s absolutely purposeful. The viewer wants to see what Remedy wants to see: less of the emotional vampirism of her clients, more of the effortless camaraderie that lurks beneath the jaded and outrageous exteriors of her coworkers. The closest we come is in the lengthy retelling of one coworker’s favorite session. Remedy—and, by proxy, the viewer—anticipates some charming or whimsical tale, but her co-worker (played by the excellent Ashlie Atkinson) tells an unbelievable horror story featuring a man with a genital deformity she dubs Elephantitis Nut. The tale ends with him bloodied in a wheelchair on a street corner, and her co-worker laughing her ass off. I know the lack of perspective she reveals—no shock, no horror, no fear or guilt—is meant to tell us something serious about what it’s like to work in a house dungeon for an extended period of time. Unfortunately, I worked in a house dungeon exactly long enough to agree that Elephantitis Nut (who is indeed every bit as real as you don’t want him to be) completely deserves his comeuppance.

Fetish provider and aspiring film critic Lori found similarities between herself and Remedy.

Face to face: the author found some striking similarities between herself and the film’s protagonist.

The film is by no means a litany of horrors. It shows the positive moments and even the mundane ones. This is working in a house dungeon, in all of its awkward, bizarre, horrifying, hilarious, heart-wrenching glory. This is also the story of entering, and the story of leaving. That’s not a spoiler: we all leave, eventually. We learn what we need to, and when we can, we move on, either to independent BDSM work or something else entirely. Picardo moved on spectacularly, and I raise my (fifth?) glass of whiskey to her in admiration and respect. Remedy is still making the festival rounds, and I sincerely hope it gets the distributor it deserves. It’s real in a way few sex work movies are.

{ 13 comments… read them below or add one }

Inness January 24, 2014 at 12:56 pm

Compelling review! If I get the chance I definitely want to see it.

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Joe January 24, 2014 at 4:56 pm

Wonderful review. I’m intrigued to scope it out.

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H January 24, 2014 at 10:17 pm

As someone who’s seen the movie, I have to say, spot on review. Lovely. If you can catch this, go see it.

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BP January 24, 2014 at 11:41 pm

I can’t find this online or in local theaters! I really want to see it – where?

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Cheyenne January 28, 2014 at 3:56 am

I hope it’s not totally out of line to comment on a thread about my own film, but since people are asking about ways they can find out more and I have that knowledge…

If you are in New York, I suggest getting on the mailing list at RemedyFilm.com as soon as possible as there is a private event on Sunday, February 2. If you are not in New York, I am trying to get a series of private events in different cities, with a special effort to involve sex workers, sex educators, and others in the BDSM scene. With music licensing pending — this stuff if SLOW — things are dicey for screenings while we’re negotiating rights for anything other than festivals.

There are also a number of legit public screenings coming up later this winter and early spring in Canada and Europe. -C

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BP January 29, 2014 at 9:15 pm

Yes, would be great to get it in U.S. cities other than NYC!

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Crimson January 26, 2014 at 2:22 am

I *so* hope this comes to Chicago. Awesome review!

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Kate Zen Kate Zen January 28, 2014 at 12:03 am

whoa! did Roy the Toothman make it into this movie?? now i gotta see it!

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Serpent January 28, 2014 at 2:25 am

I saw this at Cinekink in Chicago last Fall. While it was different from the dungeon experiences I had, I found it totally compelling and really well-done. I actually wasn’t expecting it to be as good as it was.

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Miss Margo January 28, 2014 at 9:28 am

I’ve worked in 3 commercial dungeons in Manhattan. I want to see this film, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to sit through it.

I am almost positive that I know who Elephantitis Nut is. If I’m thinking of the right guy, he was so foul that I couldn’t session with him. Oh God.

What this review reminds me of is just how weird our business is. We see some of the weirdest goddamned things. It can be fun…but other days, I wonder if I’m exposing myself to significant psychological harm. Not because the work is “bad” or any of the Anti BS…but because I have seen some weird, weird shit that, frankly, I would have been happy to live the rest of my life and NOT see. Shit that I literally would not have been able to make up if I tried–and I was a practicing sadomasochist for years before I went pro.

We work at the apex of sex and violence and offer a very unique and rarified service.

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Lori Adorable Lori Adorable January 28, 2014 at 2:23 pm

I love seeing other Manhattan house girls commenting on here. I think we all need to get together to watch this. It would be the loudest, drunkest screening ever.

For everyone asking where to see it, check the film’s official site, remedyfilm.com, for information on where it’s showing next!

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Jolene January 29, 2014 at 1:57 pm

GOD I need to see this movie. For one, I’m wondering if the one legendary NYC house client I’ve seen will be in it. Also, as someone whose never worked in a house, I’m curious!

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Leigh Alanna February 3, 2014 at 12:17 pm

I just saw the film last night, and I definitely second the notion of house girls/former house girls screening.

It was … not an easy watch, but very worth it.

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