Call Girl

  • March 14, 2014 / 19:00
  • March 29, 2014 / 16:00

Director: Mikael Marcimain
Cast: Sofia Karemyr, Simon J Berger, Pernilla August, Sven Nordin, David Dencik
Sweden 140’, 2012, color

Swedish with Turkish subtitles

Stockholm, late 70’s. The model utopian society. Political neutrality and atomic power march hand in hand with women's liberation and the sexual revolution. But under the polished surface, other desires are eager to be fulfilled. Within a stone’s throw of government buildings and juvenile homes lies the seductive, glittery and dirty world of sex clubs, strip shows, discotheques and apartments used for illicit and profitable rendezvous. CALL GIRL tells the story of how young Iris is recruited from the bottom rung of society, into a ruthless world where power can get you anything.

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