The topics in Whore’s Glory are certainly loaded to director Michael Glawogger because everyone believes they know something about prostitution, particularly when he or she has never been to a brothel, or they know about it from the media or simply from second hand information. The director tried to go in with only one expectation: “This is certainly not going to be what I think it is.” Glawogger’s final installment of his ‘globalization(world of work) trilogy’ along with Megacities and Workingman’s Death takes us on a global tour of the world’s oldest profession, a vocation which provides the opportunity for dual insight into both the traditional nature of labor and the insidious effects of self-commodification. In Thailand, women wait for clients behind glass panes, staring at reflections of themselves. In Bangladesh, men go to a ghetto of love to satisfy their unfulfilled desires on indentured girls. And in Mexico, women pray to a female death to avoid facing their own reality. In worlds where the most intimate act has become a commodity, these women have physically and emotionally experienced everything that can happen between a man and a woman. For this they have always received money, but it has not made their lives rich in anything but stories.