One of the worst movies ever made, but there is major camp value that makes it embarassingly entertaining.

Elizabeth Berkley is wonderfully awful in the film. Her spaztastic sex scene with Kyle MacLachlan is one of the funniest moments in film history.

F

Hot....but stupid!

D

What Libs said. F. The film itself is amusing and hillarious because of how insanely bad it is.

The only reason to watch that movie. I guess they actually wanted to create some moral thing about humanity and that its not worth to pay every price for fame. It so stupid easy shown that it hurts. Some nice tit action and nudity. The whole thing perhaps would make a good story for a porn movie.......

So what shall I say. You can watch it but in the same moment forget it. Give it a chance enjoy the stupidty and enjoy the nudity.


2/10

ah and the movie can also show how a

becomes a cheap

Well, I guess I'll be the first to admit that I like the film, but I guess that's obvious since I am a 17 year old guy. However, the movie viewer side of me still enjoyed the film, for the reasons most of you hated it. The acting along with the story itself is so awful that it's fits the "so bad, it's good" perfectly. And to the films credit, the dance numbers are actually very well done.

B

I agree. I was never bored.

I haven't seen this yet, but I've been reading some takes lately like the one above that the film is supposed to be this unbelievably campy, sleazy, horribly acted film, to ridicule Hollywood obsession over females as sex objects or something. It wouldn't surprise me because Verhoeven has made a career of critics not giving credit to or overlooking themes and meanings in his movies.

I think that is giving Joe Eszterhas and Paul Verhoeven far too much credit.

I still maintain that Elizabeth Berkley's sex scene in the pool (in which a dolphin apparently has taken over her body's movements) is one of the funniest freaking things on film ever.

But there are other "classic" moments. Such as the part where Elizabeth Berkley is grinding on top of that African-American guy during another "sex scene" and he sticks his hand down her pants, and she's all "Oh, yeah, sorry, I'm on my period, I'll get you a towel."

Or when Gina Gershon goes on and on how about she likes to eat doggie chow.

Don't have my original review, but Showgirls is much better than it's made out to be - - it just had the bad luck to turn out to be the pet movie of the haters of '95. Check out the humor used by Verhoeven in Robocop and you'll see the template for the intentionally overwrought satire on display here...

I haven't seen this movie since like 7th grade. I just remember it being terrible. Though that's obviously the reason it's "celebrated." At the time I didn't find it that funny, just bad, but I can't imagine what it would be like watching it with a group. Might be good for some laughs. Wouldn't mind seeing it again someday under the right circumstances. A midnight showing would be fun .

Undeniably terrible, and, yet, impossible to get out of one's head.

A+

No way in hell someone could make such a bad film without knowing it.


Worst Film I've ever seen yet one of the most entertaining movies I've ever seen

I can easily watch this movie and not feel like I've wasted my time. Everybody loves a bit of tit.

Though it's not a patch on Striptease.

Better than All about Eve.

A+

Obsessed with sex as either high-performance sport or ultimate tool in establing cashflow-relationships and therefore, what's much more important: authority (or at least the illusion of authority - because even on top of the game there's always a pimp behind every whore).



Showgirls paints the picture of capitalist american pop-culture that it deserves: who can shovel more dicks in ones ass?/Winner takes it all.... Hell, it's is better than All about Eve: while the latter is about morals and integrity, the former ist about anthropology in all it's pureness. The archetypical, caricaturesque lead actresses are moving their bodies mechanically beyond good & evil to survive this men-made clockwork where flesh get's old as fast as (american) dreams turn into neon nightmares or, as in Robocop, utopia turns into dystopia - no wonderland up in here, Alice.



The rules of the game are simple: fuck, fuck somebody up ...or just fuck off. So the film have 3 parts: learning the rules, winning the game and finally overcoming the game - but it's more fun than that... just don't forget Verhoevens ironic hint in the very last frame: Las Vegas was just for the Beginners, Hollywood will be for the advanced players ...and after that? Could it have been a trilogy, ending in Washington with Nomi as a monsterous political being similar to Sarah Palin? A possible scenario...

But Verhoeven's film is not just about contempt for this lifestyle: from an aesthetical point of view he admires all it's cartoonish clichés and vulgarity at least as much as Antonioni admired the man-made landscapes in Il deserto rosso that, as ugly as they seem, are always fascinating and sensual experiences. It's not the only contradiction in a film that is so full of them...

Those who call this film only camp and nothing more, failed to see the naturalist (like when Berkley drives through a ugly backyard alley with a painted rainbow on one of it's ugly walls, eating a cheeseburger, laughing naturally or her living conditions in a trailer park) or it's unpleasent sides that the film doesn't shy away from (sadism, rape, prostitution). So, besides being an ultracolorful, overblown junkfood melodrama, the film also got the shades of gray that turns it into something more than just a film about tits - like Rivette said, "it’s about surviving in a world populated by assholes" ...via tits.