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The Genesis of “Anora” – Sean Baker’s Creative Inspiration
Sean Baker has made a name for himself by spotlighting social margins through unconventional storytelling. For Anora, he drew on a tale a friend once shared with him: a Russian American wedding that spiraled into unexpected chaos. Rather than spin a classic abduction story, Baker combined that anecdote with his own memories of editing wedding videos in the early 2000s—often for Russian families in New York.
His personal experience gave him genuine insight into the cultural codes of this community and motivated him to narrate the film from a distinctly personal angle, one seldom explored onscreen. Anora opens like a romantic love story, only to morph into a sharp-edged satire—a Baker trademark that delights in breaking conventions. Instead of a sentimental Cinderella tale, he offers a modern, wryly heightened fairy-tale world where money and power set the rules.
While developing the script, Baker noticed parallels to “Pretty Woman.” Yet rather than lean on that classic for inspiration, he intentionally avoided rewatching it—he was determined to give Anora its own unique identity. From the start, he was clear on one thing: Anora would not become a fairy tale about a stripper who marries up, but rather a precise look at imbalances of power in relationships.
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Artistic Influences and Baker’s Distinctive Style
Sean Baker is one of the rare directors who not only makes the seemingly mundane visible but infuses it with quiet force. His films orbit the fringes of society—not as a voyeuristic peek at “misery,” but as a compassionate look at people who are too often overlooked.
Anora is a direct extension of that filmography, enriched by a subtle, subversive sense of humor.
To capture its atmosphere, Baker employs a radically natural approach. The camera often feels like an observer, while the actors—some of whom are real strippers and sex workers—move through their roles with an almost documentary style. This realism lends Anora a persistent rawness, even when the plot drifts into the decadent circles of Russian oligarchs. It’s precisely that contrast that defines Baker’s work: visually sumptuous on the surface, yet starkly authentic underneath.
He also remains true to his preferred techniques. Inspired by 1970s crime films, he shot on 35mm to give Anora a grainy, near-nostalgic quality. That aesthetic heightens the sense that we’re witnessing an urban legend unfold—a dark folktale from the concrete labyrinth of a big city. While other films in this vein might glamorize or overproduce the drama, Anora stays grounded, even within its stylish sheen.
Baker owes this creative freedom largely to his independent production style. Rather than bow to studio expectations, he prefers to premiere his work at festivals, ensuring full artistic control over every aspect of his films. That independence is what makes Anora what it is: a movie that oscillates between fiction and reality—grotesque, human, and utterly impossible to pigeonhole.
The Body as Commodity – Control or Loss of Self?
In Anora, Sean Baker raises a central question: Can a body that’s been turned into a commodity ever fully belong to its owner? Ani, the protagonist, answered this for herself long ago—her body is a tool, a form of currency that helps her survive. Beauty and sensuality aren’t expressions of identity for her; they’re business assets.
Baker’s approach to the strip club scenes underscores this mindset. Unlike other movies that turn such scenes into voyeuristic spectacle, Anora stays with Ani’s point of view. A slow-motion dance sequence doesn’t focus on her alone but shows all the dancers—forming a collective that employs their bodies with deliberate precision. This isn’t about self-expression; it’s about survival.
Still, the film’s deeper tension isn’t just that Ani consciously commodifies her body. The real shock comes the moment she loses that control. In the strip club, she decides who “gets to look.” A single glance can render a patron invisible to her, while a well-aimed gesture can draw attention—or withdraw it. But when she meets Ivan’s family, the power dynamics flip. Suddenly she’s the one being judged—by standards she can’t influence.
Baker makes this shift visible on film. In the club, Ani is at the center. In scenes with Ivan’s family, she’s often silent at the edge of the frame—both visually and socially marginalized. They talk about her but never to her. The body that guarantees her financial independence in the club is now a mark against her. She can sell herself, but she can’t fit in.
The plot’s turning point is her abduction: in that moment, her body isn’t a means of empowerment anymore but an object for others to claim. It’s a harsh revelation about the illusion of control—“sex sells” works only as long as Ani sets the terms. Once she steps outside the club, she loses that power.
Baker deliberately leaves this ambiguity unresolved. While some critics accuse the film of voyeurism, its real point lies elsewhere: Ani’s split between her body and her identity is no cliché but a reflection of a reality in which many women have little choice but to negotiate that divide. Her body belongs to her—until someone decides it doesn’t.
Between Acceptance and Rejection: When Ani First Feels Her Own Inferiority
Psychologist Alfred Adler described inferiority as a universal human experience: it arises when we land in an environment that makes us feel lesser. Anora reveals that this sense of inadequacy isn’t always internal—it can be imposed from the outside.
Ani has no grand plans for upward mobility. She lives by what’s practical, focusing on the present, not chasing grand visions. Ivan’s proposal to spend a week together is simply an opportunity, not some life-altering decision. But when the spur-of-the-moment marriage becomes real, she finds herself in a world that doesn’t want her.
Only through others’ eyes does Ani realize she doesn’t belong there. In the club, she calls the shots—her body, her gaze, her choice. In Ivan’s family, she’s reduced to a mere “showgirl,” an outsider, someone who will never be accepted. That’s when a random decision suddenly becomes a fundamental crisis.
Baker drives home this rupture cinematically. In the club, she’s in close-up, in motion. In Ivan’s world, she’s isolated—an intruder amid luxury. Her identity stops being self-defined and starts reflecting the verdict of those who judge her worth.
The true tragedy is that Ani doesn’t see herself as inferior at all—society does that for her.
Why It Works with Ivan – and Not with the Elite
Ani and Ivan meet in a kind of time-out—both using it as an escape. He’s the privileged son of a powerful family but doesn’t fit into its rigid structures. She’s a stripper who knows that intimacy and desire rarely equate to real feeling. Yet in this fleeting moment, they’re simply two people, free from external demands.
That’s exactly what makes their bond possible: Ivan doesn’t view her through the lens of class. To him, she’s Ani, not some “showgirl.” But that perspective holds up only as long as no one challenges it.
Once their relationship is thrust into public view, they hit a wall that can’t be scaled. Ivan’s family will never see Ani as one of them—no matter what she does. She’s a problem in their eyes, an aberration to be corrected.
Baker visualizes this distance in his direction: in intimate scenes with Ivan, Ani is confident, open, physically assured. As soon as she enters the oligarchs’ sphere, the image changes. Her presence becomes a disturbance—she’s there but unacknowledged.
The real drama isn’t just the family’s rejection; it’s the question of where Ani truly belongs.
She’s part of the group at the club—but closeness there is fleeting. She feels at home in Brighton Beach—but isn’t welcomed as she’d hope. In Ivan’s world, she’s visible—but never on equal footing.
Baker leaves that question deliberately unanswered. Whereas typical rags-to-riches stories eventually offer resolution, Anora refuses. There’s no moment of redemption, no simple answer to whether these power structures can change. Uncertainty is all that remains—a reality the film refuses to sweep aside.
Mikey Madison: A Role She Lived, Not Just Performed
For Sean Baker, there was never any doubt: Mikey Madison was Ani. After seeing her in “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood” (2019) and “Scream” (2022), he didn’t even consider another actress—no audition, no screen test, no hesitation. Just a cup of coffee and a yes.
But Madison wasn’t content merely to play the part—she wanted to understand Ani. Her preparation went far beyond standard rehearsals. A month before shooting began, she moved to Brighton Beach to observe speech patterns, gestures, and the everyday rhythms of the neighborhood. She adjusted her speech, eavesdropped on conversations, and let the local energy shape her. The accent—a blend of Brighton Beach and Brooklyn—had to feel natural, not just sound accurate.
Her research started in places most people avoid: strip clubs. Sometimes she went with a friend, other times with Baker and his wife, Samantha Quan, speaking with dancers about their experiences. She wasn’t trying to mimic anyone’s moves; she wanted to feel what it was like. How does it shape your perception of your own body to work in this environment? To get a better sense of that dynamic, she even let herself receive private lap dances—not out of voyeurism but to see things from the customer’s point of view.
In tandem with these visits, she created a full biography for her character. She read memoirs by sex workers, including “Modern Whore” by Andrea Werhun, and fleshed out Ani’s backstory in detail: grades in school, favorite brand of cigarettes, pivotal memories. She asked and answered a hundred questions about Ani, so she could do more than act the role—she became it.
The most visible result of this immersion was physical. Madison spent three months rigorously training in pole dance, installing a pole in her own living room to perfect her routines.
“My entire body was covered in bruises from head to toe,” she later recalled. It was grueling work, but it paid off. The training shaped not just her onstage movements but Ani’s overall body language: the way she walked, carried herself, even stood still.
On day one of filming, Madison wasn’t just an actress anymore—she was Ani. She spoke like Ani, moved like Ani, and improvised scenes as though she’d lived them. What appears on-screen as pure presence is the product of unrelenting preparation.
Psychological Archetypes: Cinderella Narrative or Deconstruction?
On the surface, Ani might look like a modern Cinderella: stuck working in a strip club until she meets Ivan, the son of an oligarch. Within days, they’re married in Vegas, seemingly living a fairy-tale dream.
But Sean Baker deliberately upends that story. What starts as a glamorous road to rescue soon reveals itself to be a delusion. Ivan isn’t a savior; he’s an emotionally stunted heir whose power rests on family wealth. Instead of a fairy godmother, Ani gets security guards wielding batons. There’s no happy ending—her fairy tale shatters the minute it hits real life.
Baker initially lures viewers with the promise of escapist fun—party scenes, glitzy backdrops, a sense of irreverent freedom—only to strip them away piece by piece. Anora is no modern fairy tale but its radical deconstruction: an anti-Cinderella manifesto exposing social barriers, power asymmetries, and the external control exerted over women.
Ani’s early behavior can be explained by what’s sometimes called the “Cinderella Complex,” a term coined by Colette Dowling referring to the subconscious wish to be “rescued.” Ani hopes Ivan might offer the escape she herself can’t envision. She doesn’t cling to him because she’s naïve but because circumstances have excluded her from so many opportunities.
That’s precisely Baker’s critique: What happens when you insert a rescue fantasy into a world that doesn’t believe in heroes? Ani starts as a fairy-tale character but loses her script scene by scene. There is no ultimate redemption, only the stark realization that freedom can’t be handed over—it has to be fought for. The Cinderella myth endures, perhaps, because it’s comforting: we don’t have to save ourselves; someone else will show up. Someday.
Inner Conflicts: Between Control and Losing It
Ani refuses to slot into a neat mold. Her toughness is real but also fragile. Her decisions are conscious yet laced with contradictions. She’s in a constant state of tension—between control and surrender, pragmatic lucidity and daydreams, self-determination and the wish to belong.
These contradictions are most visible in her interactions with Ivan. Ani agrees to his offer—fifteen thousand dollars a week to be exclusively at his side—calculatingly, without a hint of romance. It’s an arrangement that feels, at first, like independence. But the more she invests in Ivan, the less autonomy she has left. She stops going to the club, embraces his lifestyle, follows him to Vegas, and eventually finds herself in his family’s world, with no support system of her own.
Despite all that, Ani is anything but naïve. She sees how this world works—and she knows her own worth. Yet her yearning for a way out, for something better, opens a new vulnerability. She wants to believe Ivan is more than some spoiled rich kid. So she overlooks red flags she’d normally catch: his unreliability, his drug binges, his volatility. She hopes, and that hope makes her more exposed than she’ll admit.
Ultimately, her battle isn’t against Ivan; it’s with herself. She wants to be self-sufficient but not alone. She seeks control but also yearns for security. She fights for her dignity but gradually trades it away the moment safety seems within grasp.
When she breaks down in the car at the end, it isn’t a sign of weakness. It’s the painful moment she realizes she betrayed her own principles. She didn’t lose her independence; she sold it. Willingly. Out of hope, exhaustion, maybe even love. And recognizing that stings more than any external betrayal. But fairy tales are illusions—and in the real world, Ani’s biggest struggle is with herself.
Love or Transaction – and Does It Even Matter When You’re Paid for It?
Ani knows how to market intimacy. It’s her job. Affection, companionship, sexuality—everything has a price, and she’s learned to set that price herself. With Ivan, it starts as a clean, straightforward deal. No illusions, no miscommunication. Just supply and demand.
But something shifts. Ani begins to feel drawn to Ivan, not because she needs the money but because she might actually have feelings for him—or believes she does. She laughs at his jokes, gets jealous, calls him her husband. Does she love him? Maybe she just loves the part she’s playing at his side. The things he gives her—company, jewelry, attention—closely resemble what passes for love in her world, where everything is transactional.
The film isn’t judgmental so much as methodical: Ani has learned that love is something you must offer to be loved in return. When everything falls apart, she doesn’t rage; she falls back on a routine—offering sex for help, as though it’s the last contract she can initiate. Not out of conviction, but desperation. Because deep down, she’s convinced she has nothing else to give.
What started as genuine connection with Ivan ends as a relapse into old habits: I give, therefore I am. There was never a clear line between genuine affection and a professional deal, but Ani hoped—for once—it wouldn’t matter. She hoped the emotion would be real, not a performance.
In the end, there’s no confirmation of that hope. Not because she’s unworthy of love but because she never learned to see it as something that could simply exist for her. Her self-image was borrowed, and now that it’s returned, she’s left with nothing but emptiness.
Who Really Holds the Power – and Who’s Only Pretending?
Ani’s world isn’t about love or liberty—it’s about control, that intricate dance between influence and dependence, and the grim realization that power has little to do with feeling and everything to do with ownership.
Initially, Ivan seems to be the king of this chessboard: money, a penthouse, and the luxury of carefree impulses. He sweeps Ani into his orbit, sets the pace, decides the tone. She goes along—not because she’s weak, but because, in this world, there are few alternatives.
But power can lie where it’s least obvious. Ani has her own kind of leverage—physical, psychological, intangible. Her presence alone unsettles Ivan’s sense of self. She’s the one person in his circle he can’t fully control, and that makes her dangerous—to him and to his family.
Yet her influence is fragile. She can command attention but not stability. The minute Ivan’s parents intervene, the real hierarchy is laid bare. Ani’s ring, her apartment, even Ivan himself—they were all on loan. None of them belonged to her.
When the family sends their hired muscle, the pretense collapses. Three men confront Ani to remind her she’s nothing in this setup, and Ivan bolts as though he were the one in danger—though it’s a fight he never even tried to fight.
What remains is a stark question: Was Ani ever really free?
Maybe at the start, when her choices were indeed her own—but her alternatives were limited. Ivan was a welcome diversion, not some epic romance. Everything else—her attempted escapes, her pleas, her final stand—required willpower. But so did the system crushing her.
In the end, she’s left standing. Not broken, but exposed. Her resistance was real, but so was their overwhelming force.
Two Bodies, Three Dependencies – and No Truth in Between
Ani and Ivan are not bound by love. They’re united by a mirror they hold up to each other, each seeing something they themselves are missing—or have never been.
Ivan sees in Ani the adventure that shatters his golden monotony. She’s his alternative to everything he’s grown up with: dutiful daughters, orchestrated structures, life as a foregone conclusion. Ani is unpredictable, fun, and, of course, for sale.
Ani, on the other hand, sees in Ivan a liberator. Not because he actively saves her, but because he’s the first one to give her the sense that she’s been chosen for who she is—not just for the services she provides. She ignores the fact that his generosity is as fleeting as his courage. She won’t acknowledge that, in buying her, he’s not necessarily redeeming her.
Their relationship runs on empty promises: closeness for validation, sex for significance, attention for acceptance. They’re trading intangible needs with one another and hoping it all holds together.
Ivan rules not by force but by seduction. He conjures a world where anything can happen—until his parents call. Then it’s over. Ani, for her part, plays along, adapts, goes along politely, stands her ground when she must—until she doesn’t. She fights, but maybe for too long.
All that’s left in the aftermath is a web of dependencies: Ani depends on Ivan, Ivan depends on some personal fantasy of rebellion, and both depend on systems they can’t bend.
They all manipulate, all deceive, all hope. In the end, there’s no relationship left, only the rubble of expectations, disappointment, and the realization that genuine intimacy was never part of the deal.
The Cost of the Dream – and Who’s Not Allowed to Pay
Ivan exists in a realm beyond mere wealth, one of profound detachment. Money for him isn’t a means; it’s a backdrop. It shields him, numbs him, and excuses him from acknowledging what’s real.
Ani, though, understands exactly what money means. It’s the opposite of chaos. It’s rent, a plan, a shred of dignity. When Ivan first brings her into his world, she sees more than opulence—she sees, for the first time, a door that might not be locked.
But that door isn’t an invitation; it’s a test. And she fails it—not because she doesn’t want it enough, but because she hopes too strongly.
What for Ivan is just another escapade is life or death for Ani. Where he plays, she tries to survive. For him, everything is reversible; for her, it’s not. The parties, the penthouse, the ring—they’re all just episodes for Ivan. For Ani, they’re symbols of belonging. But belonging can’t be bought, especially not in a world that decides who qualifies from the start.
Hollywood taught us that the “right girl” can save the rich heir, that a fancy dress is enough to gain acceptance. Anora confronts that myth with reality: the elite play by rules they alone define, and the happy ending isn’t for everyone.
What Ani loses isn’t just a man or money—it’s the illusion that she ever really had a choice. That this country, this world, could truly be open to someone like her.
The American Dream works—provided you were already part of the family.
An Heir Without Property – and a Mother Who Tolerates No Questions
Ivan may inherit everything, but he decides nothing. Officially, he’s free; in truth, he’s living on borrowed time. The apartment, the cash—none of it is his. It all belongs to parents who control him, not because they want to share, but because they want to keep him under their thumb.
His father stays in the background, quiet but hardly harmless. He seems the type who learned long ago that real power only grows when you delegate the dirty work. His wife, a matriarch with a commanding gaze, does that work for him. She needs no raised voice to instill order.
What looks like Ivan’s rebellion—marrying Ani, making a spectacle of his privileged life in New York—is just a tantrum under a glass ceiling. Once things get serious, he ducks and runs. He won’t call, won’t push back, won’t say no—he just goes silent.
That silence is ingrained in him, the product of a home where authority is never explained but always enforced. Ivan never learned to take responsibility for anything; the family never let him. All he knows is there’s a hard line drawn somewhere—and it isn’t his to draw.
His mother exerts her power less through words than through near-invisibility. She doesn’t rebuke Ani; she simply acts as though Ani isn’t there—because, in her eyes, she isn’t. Ivan, standing beside her, suddenly looks like a scolded child, too timid to speak. He has no vocabulary for resistance.
His flight isn’t a sign of weakness; it’s a coping method, a tacit surrender to a system he resents but cannot escape. That’s why Ani was never a threat to the family. She was a symptom. The real problem is that, for one brief moment, Ivan believed he might decide something for himself.
Heirs Without Agency
Ivan rails against his parents—but only because he feels he has no say in his own life. Marrying Ani isn’t about love; it’s an act of self-assertion. A single dramatic declaration in defiance of a family that has laid out every detail of his path in advance. But it’s incomplete. Because as soon as his parents arrive, Ivan reverts to who he’s always been: a dutiful son, afraid to raise his voice.
His mother doesn’t speak loudly, but everything about her is an order. His father stays silent—out of dominance, not disinterest. Ivan has lived these roles for years. He doesn’t break them; he is them. So when he finally lashes out at Ani, he’s not speaking his own truth; he’s the mouthpiece of those who reeled him back in.
The “I” he once claimed was never his to begin with.
What Remains When There’s Nothing Left?
When all is said and done, Ani is alone. No mansion, no rings, no Ivan. Only a car, a nighttime meltdown, and a mirror she has to face without anyone’s help.
Is that emancipation or a dead end? The film never tells us. It’s purposely ambiguous. Ani doesn’t make a choice; she simply loses. And maybe that’s new for her—to not bargain, not hustle, not put on a performance, but to fail outright and keep standing.
Once again, she reaches for what she knows—sex as currency, the idea that intimacy could still buy her a lifeline. This time, though, it doesn’t work anymore. Perhaps that’s the turning point—or maybe just another moment when she hopes too much and gets too little.
The gilded cage is locked. All that’s left is the world she came from. But she’s not who she was when she left it. She’s had a glimpse of what power feels like—and what it feels like to lose it.
Ani has nothing left to defend. That alone could make her dangerous—or set her free. Whether she seizes on that potential remains unclear. Anora isn’t here to tell us what to believe. It tosses us back into reality—into a space full of ambiguity and uneasy truth.
We don’t know whether Ani will change. We only know she sees clearly now what she’s been part of.
It’s not a happy ending. But it is a way out.
Why Ani Is Real
Ani may be a fictional character, but she’s no fantasy. She represents everyone who believes there’s a shortcut to safety—through relationships, beauty, obedience. People taught their worth comes with conditions. People who never learned they’re allowed to exist without “earning” it.
Hers is not a one-off story but a pattern:
Those who have little don’t always dream of self-actualization; they often just want to be left in peace. Maybe they imagine a partner who can “save” them, a life free from constant scrutiny. But that hope leaves them vulnerable, especially when it’s fueled by those who never planned to take on real responsibility anyway.
Ani doesn’t fail because of her own flaws; she fails because of a reality in which power isn’t shared, where background determines outcomes, and where class divisions won’t melt away just because someone is charming. Sure, sexuality can open certain doors, but rarely the ones that matter most.
The film refuses to grant Ani a happy ending because there isn’t one—not for her, not for a society that exploits people and then condemns them for their scars.
If Anora hurts to watch, it’s because Ani is no exception—she’s a reflection.
Andrea Werhun: From the Stage to the Page – How Authentic Perspectives Reshape Narratives
Whenever a film like Anora succeeds, it’s not just thanks to directors. It’s also thanks to voices like Andrea Werhun’s—unfiltered, unvarnished, and unapologetic. She comes from the very world other people merely write about, and she’s spent years demanding a reality check on stories told from the outside.
Werhun never claimed sex work was easy. But she insists it isn’t always tragic. In her book “Modern Whore,” she talks about autonomy, calculation, closeness, and control—without turning it into a sob story or a scandal. That perspective shapes Anora not through moralizing but through authenticity. She knows what really happens behind the scenes once the lights go down.
Hollywood has churned out so many narratives about sex workers—always the same roles: the victim, the savior, the sinful woman with a heart of gold, or the one who dies in the end. Characters who either get rescued or are doomed. No room in the middle, no genuine agency.
Anora aims to break that cycle, and Werhun’s input has been vital. She isn’t some formal advisor but a corrective force. She flagged inconsistencies, suggested more realistic angles, and challenged overblown dramatics. Crucially, Sean Baker listened. Because he wanted Ani to be more than a cliché.
In the dressing room, the dancers eat out of Tupperware. Such a seemingly minor detail, but it insists that sex work is not just a decorative backdrop—it’s a real job for real people.
For Werhun, Anora is a rebuttal not just to “Pretty Woman” but to an entire film industry that turns sex workers into symbols. In contrast, the film grants Ani the right simply to exist. She’s neither a rescue mission nor a cautionary tale—just a young woman doing her job.
That Anora walked away with accolades at Cannes isn’t a victory over the system in Werhun’s eyes. It’s proof that honesty resonates. Not because it’s loud, but because it can’t be ignored among all the stagecraft.
Between Control and Losing It: Ani, Werhun, and the Reality Behind the Scenes
Ani knows how to command a room—quietly, without putting on airs, but always with presence. She understands the rules of engagement and when to break them, which makes her believable. And it’s here that her path intersects with Andrea Werhun’s.
Werhun has repeatedly pointed out that stripping isn’t about being passive. It’s about performance, reading the room, controlling how much intimacy to offer and when to pull back. Ani masters this to the letter—anticipating customers’ needs before they do, and shifting her gaze if anyone crosses the line.
But Anora cares about more than Ani’s onstage performance. It shows us who she is during the breaks: chatting with colleagues, grabbing a bite in some cramped corner while the music outside keeps thumping. Those glimpses reflect Werhun’s influence—the film is anchored in reality, not rivalry or empty spectacle. It’s about human moments, not plot devices.
When Ani jokes with a colleague about some bizarre patron, it’s more than comic relief—it upends the usual stereotype of strippers as either catty rivals or shattered souls. They’re simply colleagues getting through another shift together.
Enter Ivan, bearing charm, money, and an enticing escape plan. Suddenly Ani appears to forget the control she once wielded, the rules she knew by heart. Because what looks like a step up is really a step back—a slide into dependence, trust, and illusions.
The difference between Ani’s arc and Werhun’s real-life stance is pivotal. While Ani walks headlong into a dream and loses, Werhun has never pretended to need saving. Her stories revolve around balance—making a living, maintaining dignity, and avoiding melodrama.
Anora captures that tension, showing how quickly power can vanish when feelings get involved. Ani remains competent but isn’t invincible. Her intelligence can’t shield her from heartbreak, which makes her all the more real.
The film doesn’t claim to parallel Werhun’s journey. Instead, it contrasts it. Andrea Werhun is grounded, reflective, informed. Ani is younger, restless, still wrestling with her own history. They share the same profession but tell very different stories—and that’s exactly why Anora succeeds. It holds both worlds at once.
No Rescue Needed – What Andrea Werhun Did Differently
Andrea Werhun’s story doesn’t begin with scandal; it starts with a choice—no drama, no hero, no great escape. Just a conscious decision to take control, financially and personally.
She got into sex work during college, not out of desperation or a craving for salvation, but out of curiosity and an appetite for self-determination. She never waited for a rescuer; she built her own path. That’s the difference.
Ani seems similarly self-assured when we first meet her in Anora: savvy, professional, quick-witted. But once Ivan enters the picture, something shifts. Outwardly, she’s still tough. Inwardly, though, a new hope takes shape, one she can’t fully name. Perhaps it’s less about being rescued and more about the longing to finally let go.
Werhun gets that urge—and she knows how hazardous it is. The fantasy that one man might be the solution to everything is common in this line of work. It’s a storyline that sells well, but seldom endures.
Her own experience never depended on a prince. “Modern Whore” isn’t a frantic search for escape; it’s a rebuke of the notion that salvation comes from anyone but yourself. Werhun defined her own life, and she decided when to move on.
Ani didn’t. She took the plunge—and landed with nothing. The spontaneous marriage gave her no safety net, only new chains. She swapped the strip club for a whole different kind of loss of control. It’s precisely the scenario Werhun has warned against—and Anora exposes it.
The comparison is telling: Ani embodies the Hollywood narrative; Werhun stands for a reality that doesn’t rely on external rescue. Anora flips the usual story around—offering not a rescue or a fairy-tale finale, but a sobering truth.
Does “Anora” Offer a New Form of Storytelling?
Werhun often notes that most films about sex work are preoccupied with tropes rather than people. We’re used to seeing victims, saviors, or tragic angels—women who react but rarely act on their own.
Anora chooses another path. The film never sugarcoats Ani’s situation, nor does it brand her with stigma. She makes her choices and reaps the consequences. And that alone breaks old patterns.
We don’t pity her because she takes her clothes off. We sympathize because people she trusts let her down, because she’s lied to, because she allows herself to believe—just for a moment—that there might be something out there that won’t eventually collapse.
In doing so, Anora aligns with what Werhun advocates: that sex work not be the central pivot of the plot, but rather part of someone’s life—a life that can be as messy, normal, or mundane as anyone else’s.
It’s not the job that dooms Ani. It’s the way others regard her.
Power, Control, and Reality’s Echo
Ani isn’t a pawn. She thinks, decides, and reacts—sometimes swiftly, sometimes unwisely, but never passively. Anora respects that autonomy, at least in her home territory: the club, the stage, the environment she understands.
There, she’s in control. Her allure is calculated, not accidental. Her gaze decides who matters. Her silence is strategy. Werhun calls this “selective visibility”—the skill strippers use to manage the spotlight they stand in. Ani wields that skill flawlessly.
But Anora doesn’t fall for the myth that such autonomy is unbreakable. Once Ani enters Ivan’s orbit, the ground rules shift. The club was her stage and her fortress; his family’s domain is a courtroom. She’s no longer the performer in control but the symbol on trial. This is what Werhun has been warning all along: that the biggest danger isn’t the job itself, but a society that dictates roles to women—and punishes them for stepping outside those roles.
This moment plays out with stark clarity in the film. When Igor ties her wrists, a threshold is crossed: from carefully orchestrated performance to raw reality. The makeup, the lights—none of it matters. It’s a purely animal battle for survival, a bite to the neck, an image devoid of eroticism. It’s about existence, not seduction.
A body that once operated under Ani’s control, sold on her terms, becomes everyone else’s property. Here, Anora unveils its political dimension: it refuses to reduce Ani to an object of male fantasy. She isn’t an accessory; she’s a survivor.
The Body as a Stage: Estrangement, Control, and Self-Protection
In “Modern Whore,” Andrea Werhun details one subtle effect of sex work: the disconnect between one’s body and one’s identity. The body becomes a practical tool—performance-based, guarded by a second persona. Werhun calls hers “Mary Ann,” her escort alter ego. A defense mechanism, not a disguise.
In Anora, we see echoes of that divide without the movie explicitly naming it. Ani is a commanding performer—self-assured, prepared, and calculating. She owns the stage, her gaze, the transaction. But the separation is fragile.
When she enters Ivan’s family sphere, her system falters. The strip club was both performance space and safe haven; the oligarch stronghold is a court of judgment. She becomes a symbol. She becomes a problem. And as Werhun has pointed out, that’s the real trap: society’s refusal to see sex workers as self-determined individuals.
It becomes painfully clear when Ani is abducted—there’s no stage, no curated spotlight, just fear and violence. The body she once rented out on her own terms is now forcibly claimed by others.
This is where Anora reveals its stance. It never pretends Ani can fix it all by herself, nor does it declare that sex work is intrinsically liberating. It shows a woman who’s been confident in her own realm but is cast adrift when someone else shifts the narrative.
Resisting the Dominant Narrative
Werhun has often said that the real battleground isn’t sex work but the power to tell one’s own story. In Anora, Ani’s perspective remains front and center. Her voice, her experiences. No savior, no moral grandstanding. Ivan vanishes from view long before the credits roll; Ani stays behind, unrescued but unbroken.
That’s where Werhun’s mark on the film is strongest: Ani is never explained away or tucked into a neat moral. She’s given space for her anger, dignity, complexity—for the totality of who she is as a woman. She’s a person, not a plot device.
The subtle evolution of a minor character like Igor—who starts as hired muscle but ends up a silent witness—doesn’t signal a triumphant Hollywood conclusion. It’s only a faint spark of possibility: people can listen if they choose to. Narratives can change if we let different voices in. Maybe there’s a future in which women like Ani become more than a sideshow in some rich guy’s drama.
Anora becomes truly compelling in that it doesn’t try to tie everything up neatly. Instead, it opens itself to a voice like Werhun’s, allowing corrections, letting the story be shaped by someone who knows exactly how control works—and how easily it can slip away.
Autonomy or Compensation? Ani’s Choice and Its Psychological Undercurrent
Andrea Werhun’s work often centers on the idea of self-determination—she argues that sex work doesn’t necessarily imply exploitation but can also represent choice and agency. At first glance, Ani seems to embody that stance: she’s self-assured, quick on her feet, and financially independent. Yet as her story unfolds, it becomes clear that her decisions aren’t driven solely by freedom. They also reflect an inner sense of something lacking.
Ani lives in a world where she constantly feels what she’s missing: social acceptance, financial stability, respect. The people around her leave no doubt about her place: on the fringes, never at the center. A relationship with Ivan is more than a fling—it’s a way out, a step up, a chance to correct the course of her life so far.
She doesn’t rush in blindly; she acts with purpose. The leap into Ivan’s world feels like liberation—a bid to fill the void she’s carried for years, all in one bold stroke. Beneath it all lies the unspoken hope that her past won’t matter once she’s wearing that ring.
But that’s precisely where the danger lies. Anyone trying to patch an inner deficit with external status is building on sand. It’s not the ring that grants you a place in this new world; it’s the system you enter—and that system has no place for someone like Ani. The rejection isn’t about her failing; it’s about her never having been invited to begin with.
Wanting to transcend your limits is only human. But if that aspiration relies entirely on external approval, it’s bound to crack. Genuine strength grows from what you define for yourself, not what you can display. Ani looks for a spot that others will grant her—making her vulnerable right from the start.
“Anora” shows how easily personal decisions can turn into responses to structural devaluation. Not because people are weak, but because society insists that you need the right partner, the right money, the right name if you want to be whole. Ani feels that pressure and tries to break free of it by going all in. It’s a costly gamble.
In the end, it’s not about whether she was right or wrong. It’s about whether true freedom of choice is possible at all when the world keeps telling you you’re never enough.
Werhun’s Perspective: Structural Inequality Rather Than Personal Shortcoming
Andrea Werhun would approach Ani’s motivations from another angle. For her, the problem isn’t inner fragility but a society that systematically devalues women—especially sex workers. She questions whether any sense of “deficit” is really necessary for someone to choose this profession, or whether it’s simply the world around them that insists they owe an explanation for their choice.
Werhun pushes back against the notion that women end up in sex work only because of trauma or despair. In her own story, dependence and shame play no part. While in college, she deliberately chose this line of work out of curiosity, a drive for independence, and an almost artistic interest in the experiences involved. She didn’t seek rescue or act out of self-loathing—she acted from self-assertion. She reclaims the word “whore” not as a stigma but as an identity, turning it into a political statement.
This outlook constitutes a radical alternative to traditional narratives: Werhun isn’t trying to fit neatly into society’s approved roles—she challenges society to rethink those roles altogether. While Ani believes she can “upgrade” herself through a relationship, Werhun flips the power dynamic. She demands respect for the life she chose, not for some life she could have escaped to.
Ani’s path initially seems more conventional: she tries to cover the “not-enough” label others have pinned on her by grasping at quick upward mobility. Marrying Ivan is a bid to swap the label of “stripper” for that of an “esteemed wife,” hoping she might finally gain acceptance. But since she’s relying on a power that isn’t hers to wield, everything crumbles. What she envisioned as the solution morphs into another form of dependence.
Still, at the film’s end, Ani isn’t exactly where she started. Her breakdown in the car isn’t a symbol of defeat but a moment of clarity. She’s learned that external validation doesn’t translate into genuine security. Neither a ring nor a penthouse—nor Ivan himself—gets to define her. She has to redefine who she is outside the roles people try to assign her.
Werhun would see in that ending not a tragedy but a potential turning point: real self-determination begins the moment you stop measuring your decisions against some imaginary ideal and start measuring them against yourself.
Ani is neither a walking psychological textbook nor a faithful reflection of Werhun’s worldview. She straddles two worlds—between adaptation and transformation, searching and self-affirmation. That’s what makes her so believable. “Anora” reminds us that seeking approval isn’t a weakness; it’s a response to structures designed to undervalue you. The escape route doesn’t lie within those systems. It lies in breaking them.
Werhun has already taken that step. Ani stands on the threshold. Yet the film offers her a real chance to do it on her own terms—not as a symbol, not as a fairy-tale heroine, but as a young woman in the thick of it all.
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Anora (The Criterion Collection)
Winner of five Academy Awards, including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Actress.
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