One of the glossiest thrash movies ever made with a lot of flashing boobies. It has hilarious dialogue and is shockingly unerotic but it blinds us with insane costumes, a trashy Gina Gershon and a sleazy Kyle MacLachlan. It is one of the most fascinating failures in film history, but actually I enjoyed myself through the entire film except for it's "happy rape ending".
move over haters, this a shiny piece of shit. one of verhoevens most personal film and one of the best movie about showbiz (life-)itself ever made. one-of-a-kind and a totally beautiful hommage to america and simultaneously a huge heartbreaking and sexy fuck you to the land of milk and honey.
Bitter and angry, tender and humane, Showgirls celebrates our childlike yearning to be fabulous and be loved while railing against the power structures and individuals that exploit that desire. Berkley is perfectly cast as Nomi, full of wide-eyed earnestness and palpable ambition, but believably defensive, a survivor of the pop culture gristmill. A campy, non-condescending view of America in all of its flawed glory.
A determidly vulgar and brash surface belies the satiric undercurrent of this monstrous child of a film. It's almost Verhoeven's Sirkian moment, albeit lit in tawdry neon. The feeling of a juggernaut with it's brakes cut, careering towards its deserved targets permeates through the shallow trash aesthetic with thrilling knowingness. Nevertheless it's an unedifying, albeit kinetic, spectacle (but so is the bullseye).
(Vu kekpar sur le web) Un film avec une réputation ambiguë qui a signé le divorce entre la (pseudo-)puritaine Amérique et Verhoeven. Plus largemt, ce film crépusculaire marque aussi la fin d'une époque "libérée" du cinéma grand public US. Plus cynique que jamais, le réalisateur livre ici un portrait au vitriol du capitalisme amoral et violent de Las Vegas, le corps de la femme devenant pure-marchandise. Une pépite!