I'd never even heard of Pascha before filmmaker Svante Tidholm introduced it to me. That's why I was curious if he ever feared his brief documentary on the place would become an unintentional commercial for Germany's highest-profile brothel -- a bright blue, twelve-story pleasure palace in Cologne, Germany that offers dancing, dining, and an orgasm (guaranteed for just 30 euro). Tidholm seemed slightly baffled by my question. He felt like his film wouldn't want to make anyone go there, what with all the footage of laid-back dudes having uninhibited sex with their choice of Pascha's beautiful women. Apparently, what Tidholm thinks his documentary exposes, and what it actually exposes, are very different things.

Tidholm holds the simple belief that all prostitution is bad. He goes to Pascha to uncover some greater truth about the plight of the prostitute and the emotional retardation of the men looking to pay for this kind of fun. This is his mission; movie be damned. The result is Like a Pascha -- a strangely puritanical ad for a whorehouse or a gnashing of teeth disguised as a documentary? By focusing his camera and interviews on one specific business, Tidholm fails to find the story he's trying to tell. it's impossible for him to shoehorn his sexual morality into a place where elderly men across the room from him, surrounded by eager spectators, are gangbanging a transexual.