As someone who enjoyed the minimalistic, faux-documentary style of The Wrestler, this strikes me as weirdly appealing:

Despite its meager production values, The Girlfriend Experience looks sleek and appealing; it takes place in the same copper-toned cocoon of poshness that envelops the Ocean’s Eleven franchise, as Grey’s character, $2,000-an-hour call girl Chelsea, flits in and out of four-star restaurants and designer boutiques in Manhattan. Grey isn’t exactly an actress, but her aura of impenetrable blankness makes her a curiously entrancing protagonist. Chelsea logs each transaction in her computer diary in between meetings, detailing her designer outfits in an affectless voice-over: “I wore a Michael Kors dress and shoes and La Perla lingerie underneath.” Her job is to provide her clients not just with sex but with the full-service “girlfriend experience”: They take in movies, drink wine, have (stilted) conversations, and share breakfast before she hops in a limo and heads to her next meeting.

According to Rolling Stone, “its subject isn’t erotica, it’s commodities trading”. That sounds awesome – I love movies about commodities trading. (Absolutely no sarcasm should be read into that last sentence, by the way.)

In the meantime, I still need to find time to watch Star Trek, of which I keep hearing good things.