There is nothing erotic about the film's explicit carnality (a laudable instinct that reminded me a great deal of Lizzie Borden's exceptional Working Girls), but neither is very much insight provided into the cool irony of the film's title: the ways in which frustrated people try and fail to connect with one another.
Titles like Working Girls, Pariah, Portrait of a Lady on Fire, and Carol are but a handful that shatter society’s thinly-sketched or dehumanizing visions of lesbian existence with their richly moving artistry.