Rare insight into the life of a trafficker in human misery

We’ve all seen those classic horror movies where someone in the group suggests splitting up to save time in exploring the haunted house or monster’s lair and there’s a collective sigh of “no, don’t go in there” or “don’t split up” or even “don’t leave the gun in that supposedly dead guy’s hand”.

In The Trader of Saigon the monsters are the men who trade in people. They are the businessmen who barter using real women and who rate a person’s worth by calculating whether she can be sold as a drugs mule; or a prostitute to an endless stream of tourists and sailors; or whether she’ll serve as a ‘wife’ to a rich man who wants to use the same prostitute until she’s no longer attractive to him and he can upgrade to the next teenage girl.