I fast-forwarded through most of it. It was based on the Steven Soderbergh movie of the same name which got panned (though incomparably better than the TV series) and, like most of his later stuff, started out as an attempt and art but an art that becomes self-indulgent. Hit the scene with Sex, Lies, and Videotape and made some thoroughly awesome stuff like Erin Brockovich, The Limey, Traffic and Out of Sight: but then turned out slot-machine dollar-sign crap like Oceans Eleven (maybe to pay for better movies? -- at least that was Clooney's excuse). I actually thought the original was quite good just as cinema, but in no way 'lifting the lid on prostitution' which is the usual claim (and for censorship-tied Americans is usually the truth).