The thing that cracked me up about that movie was the shot early on, where the women are all washing up at the communal fountain (or was it a trough? I forget.)

Pan across...snaggletoothed scrubby hooker...snaggletoothed scrubby hooker with hooked nose...snaggletoothed scrubby hooker with huge rips in her clothing and dirt streaks across her face and...Heather Graham, fresh-faced, toothsome, and well-dressed (minus a couple of critical, cleavage-baring buttons, of course) and calmly brushing her long, clean (yeah, sure) red (!) hair. Red cause she's Irish, you know.