In Glamour Girls, as in many of her short films, Hester Scheurwater's camera explores the relationship between human beings and space, and between humans themselves. That relationship does not flourish. The modern individual - in this case three women imprisoned by the glass and concrete of sleek high-rise structures - appears isolated from reality, unable to connect with itself or its surroundings. The women are modern geisha's, with excessive, smudged make-up, and limbs covered in blood. After trying to fill the void with glamour, they lie down in silence, realizing that innocence has been lost.
And brushing your teeth afterwards doesn't scrub away the taste of sin. 'As I lick your lips, they turn to stone,' sing Chicks on Speed. 'Your hands are cold, I can see right through them, left with nothing but the aftertaste.'
In Scheurwater's universe there is hardly any room left for human warmth. The only living being that evokes a sense of pity is a dog. And the only hope that remains is the camera itself, feverishly searching for compassion in the remnants of decay.
director, editing: Hester Scheurwater
camera: Hester Scheurwater, Roald de Boer
music: Chicks on Speed
cast: Patricia Patipeilohy, Rosa Hagen, Renate Boere