Yet the movie is patronizing and judgmental towards the prostitutes as well. The movie is like an artifact dug up in a time capsule, but it wasn’t water right, so it’s limp, soggy and kind of mIldewed. No jokes at all, none. And such a waste of talented actors. As the movie wears on, the weird bitter, defensive tone becomes more explicit. All the therapists are drunks or bullies. Women are bitchy, unreasonable and hysterical for objecting to their husband sleeping with prostitutes, and to him giving each working girl $30,000 to start a new life. Note, the character gives them the money to start a new life only after he sleeps with them. Poor wonderful Owen Wilson is asked to mask the fact that these are the beliefs of an old guy. An old guy who feels guilty for using them, but not enough to stop. He gives them 30,000 dollars, half of which belongs to his wife by the way, but she never mentions that fact. (Why 30,000 I wonder? Even the amount is dated and low. They are getting 1000.00 per session, minimum. How much would this money mean to them changing their lives?) The play within the movie which is about the same topic as the movie, “rescuing” prostitutes after first shtupping them himself, failed on Broadway because “Long Island housewives don’t want to go to plays about prostitutes”. Hilarious. So if this movie fails, or you think it sucks and isn’t funny, then you are a suburban prude. Except those same Long Island housewives have helped make pretty much every successful play or musical on Broadway, however avant garde, a hit. I’m not one of them, but I don’t think it works to put them down because you anticipate your film is a flop. Maybe even your own inner voice is telling you it sucks? Just a huge waste of actors with great charm and talent given nothing witty, insightful or self reflective to work with. In a supposed Broadway production devoid by the way, of a single gay character, in the play or behind the scenes. I just don’t get it.