Ridiculous, pretentious, exploitative...

It's hard to imagine seeing (or making, which is weird for a viewer) a worse documentary.

- The first act is in b&w, for no discernable reason.
- The director's narration is self-serving and rambling.
- Interviews (the only natural, engaging aspect of the film) are spliced together without rhyme or reason. There is literally no flow to this film.
- The quotes interleaved throughout the film service nothing but the filmmaker's own admiration of her bookshelf.
- If nothing else, the director proves that 'the gaze' is not exclusive to male filmmakers.
- The ending has to be seen to be believed; the filmmaker strips down and literally occupies / co-opts the space of the interview subjects she's exploited over the course of her film. ('today, we are sisters...in flesh!')

This is a terrible film; a waste of money, resources, and the time of the women involved.

It also really makes me question the motives of its production in the first place.