Louis Theroux knows what sells. He
is never too far away from a religious cult, a condemned prisoner or a sex
worker. One might have thought that the novelty had worn off by now but, credit
where it’s due, Louis manages to revisit every topic with the same wide-eyed
gaze of wonder he has always done. He’s like someone watching the sun rise
every day, smiling at everyone and pointing at it saying, ‘Wo-ow, here it is
again, look.’ Then watching it set and forlornly declaring, ‘D’you think we’ll
ever see it again?’
Hi talent is that he chooses his
subjects carefully. The fellow sunrise watchers all jump up and down whooping
and clapping going ’Look everybody, it came back!’ Similarly, the sunset crowd
all weep and quiver saying, ‘Where is it going? Come baaaack!’
It usually helps if those involved
are American.
This week, Louis was in pursuit of
sex. Not him, personally, obviously. He lives a wholesome, monogamous and conventional
life with his wife Louise and their children, Lou and Lulu. (I have no idea if
this is correct and concede that it probably isn’’t)
No, Louis was on the trail of the
sex workers and, here’s the twist, they were all UK based. This represents a
break from tradition because, usually, his subjects are American, African or
African American. A Louis program on sex workers would normally be set in
Beverly Hills and feature copious silicone and tooth veneer. This sex work was
happening right outside our front door.
As usual, Louis managed to be both shameless
and puritanical in the same moment. Interviewing the sassy Victoria in her see-through
one piece and silently withdrawing just moments before her client arrived for
his weekly seeing to. He looked away bashfully as Caroline changed into her
working gear but quizzed her relentlessly throughout the ensuing striptease
that was her promotional photo shoot.
Louis, you can tell, makes friends
easily. Sharing the bedtime routine with Victoria’s children – that’s the conventional
‘bath & story’ bedtime – talking to her 14 year old daughter about Mummy’s
work and sharing intimate details with Caroline’s husband who takes the role of
silent partner as his wife ply’s her trade in the marital home. He is at his
best when anlaysing the moral dilemmas faced by the sex workers, their clientele
and society at large.
His conclusion was that civilisation
has probably become poorer for the continued devaluation of intimacy. Young
adults were seen to endorse the use of sex as a commodity and the older
subjects ventured that their youth would have been better had they lived in a
less sexually suppressed era.
All in all, the program showed a
consensual and liberated version of the industry. Everybody involved appeared
to accept their role, there were few complaints. Nobody appeared to be forced
or coerced into doing anything they didn’t want to and, generally, the female
(it was always a female) seemed to become empowered by the situation. We may
have benefited from a glimpse of the more tragic side of the story. However,
as with all of Louis’ programs, you have an inherent sense of trust that, if he
doesn’t dwell on something it’s because he doesn’t think it will add anything.
He’s been doing this long enough now to know when to stop.