Every scene is a work of art, as though every frame were a still in a series of exquisitely detailed paintings.
Attempts at a plot fall short. The film is most engaging and intriguing when it simply steps back and lets the girls of the brothel be the girls of the brothel. Long, extended scenes where little is happening other than lavish wining and dining feel rather brisk and inventive. It is only when stabs at depth are made that the overall lack of depth in the film is revealed.
Like a painting, then, it is best appreciated in the moment. I don't regret taking the time to look at it, but after stepping back and moving to the next piece in the gallery I realize I took very little of meaning or worth away with me.