There's a fine line between art and trash, between demonstration and exploitation, between film and pornography, etc. As far as this charade goes, it matters not whether that line is a mile thick as ELLES is so clearly in the trash & exploitation category that it cannot even see that line - thick or thin. Nope, there is no "grey" area or overlap between artistic merit and seedy junk. The poor-deprived-misunderstood young girls we are encouraged to see are best observed as vapid, shallow unscrupulous opportunists. One, with vodka inspired rationale, is able to compromise her john pissing into her mouth by the sing-along session shared thereafter. The other, naive, stupid or both, seems genuinely shocked when danger arrives in the form of sodomy. But even more unforgiving is our heroine. Let's see, the investigator/officer/reporter goes underground and -surprise!- becomes sympathetic/understanding/intrigued/influenced by his/her underworld subjects. Nope never been done before, excepting maybe a few hundred times. Pardon my sarcasm. I tried hard to find some merit in ELLES, and I mean that sincerely. I'd have been better off just enjoying the fellatio and sadism. That's all we have here.
