Monday, April 26, 2010
Strippers, Swearing, and Slitting Wrists, Oh My!
Trying to describe the synopsis of Showgirls is like explaining why drugs are bad to a group of addicts. There is no real plot or understanding of what is happening, just a lot of chaos. Nomi Malone is an attention-seeking whore with a past. She comes to Las Vegas for a fresh start and she wants to dance. Her ambition to headline a show completely takes over, and nothing will get in the way of her dreams. All of the scenes in this movie involve unnecessary amounts of nudity and thrusting. The life of a showgirl is fast-paced and requires cleavage-bearing costumes, but this movie decides that tits and crotch shots are not enough. They amplify the nudity and make it awkward by letting the characters intermingle.
In addition to the nudity, dancing, and unnecessary roughness, there is a lot of swearing. Everybody loves a good movie with some “fuck yous” and “bitches” thrown into the mix, but not in Showgirls. They manage to ruin the art of swearing too. Every other word is profane; you get so distracted by the crap coming out of their mouths that the useless plot becomes even more irrelevant. But, wait, more naked chicks are walking across the screen. Maybe they will do something interesting? Nope. Elizabeth Berkley claimed this movie would jumpstart her career, seriously? She should have enjoyed being on Saved by the Bell and joined Dancing with the Stars. Thanks for taking one for the team Elizabeth; I am sure some serious research and acting classes went into this role.
Showgirls cannot even fall into that “guilty pleasure” bad movie category. This movie makes you want to punch babies or never want to see light again. Well played, Showgirls, well played.