No one at Rush, a gentleman's club, suffers under pretext. The girls want money, and the men want the girls. Easy. This hypnotic, raw, and eviscerating opus on humanity and need reels you into the night, eases you into the arms of a vanilla-scented blonde, and dumps you- wasted, alone, and broke-- in the back alleys of New York city, wondering what love is. It's $20 a dance; the rest is extra.