No, this work is neither insightful nor masterful: the plot has big holes, the star's efforts at seductiveness are tepid at best (go learn from a diva's virtuoso performance), and the finale drags on too long. But there's enough sadistic pleasure and pussy-whipped masochism, phony protests of “I'm-not-that-kind-of-girl”, self-pity and despair, duplicity, double-crossing, debauchery, winks to the audience, and stylish visuals to satisfy the primal urge for sleazy fun.