Anora (2024) is a fairy tale that curdles. Sean Baker's Brooklyn odyssey follows a sex worker who marries the son of a Russian oligarch, and the annulment mission that follows. It is a film about the fantasy of being rescued, and the brutal arithmetic that underpins it. Baker's genius is to make the transaction feel like love, then expose the ledger underneath. That tension, between the warmth of a connection and the coldness of its terms, is the engine of this chain.
The films that follow are not all about sex work or money, but they all share Anora's central question: what happens when a relationship is built on a deal? Each one takes a different kind of transaction, a marriage of convenience, a hired companion, a criminal bargain, and watches it mutate into something messier, more human, and more dangerous. The power imbalances are never tidy, and the exits are never clean. What binds them is the slow, uneasy realisation that the contract has been torn up, and no one knows the new rules.
This is a journey through different eras and settings, from 1970s New York to contemporary Seoul, but the emotional geography is constant. These are films about people who try to keep their hearts out of the deal, and fail. They are also films about how money distorts intimacy, and how intimacy can survive, or destroy, the transaction that birthed it. Watch them in order, and you will see the same story told in different keys: a cautionary tale, a tragedy, a thriller, a love story that refuses to behave.