The work of Sarah Lucas strikes me as very British and, outside of sitcoms, that's not a cultural heritage that tends to speak to me. She's ever-so-self-consciously subversive. So much so that I wonder if she isn't semi-literally keeping score with patriarchy, like it and feminism aren't old friends, competing Old-Man-style in the British sense. Don't get me wrong, her work often challenges and sometimes titillates, what with its positing of the feminine as an actor in it's own erotification.
As art-objects, I found some of Lucas's works quite rewarding, such as her Cronenbergianly ambiguous phalo-centric fantasy-bodies made with stuffed nylons. But her series of body-mold sculptures of female models with a cigarette in erotically charged positions struck me as a needlessly repetitive assertion of masculine insistence, and female resistance, or, at least, female re-appropriation of masculine force.