Showgirls is an excellent cult film. Its filled with terrible dialogue delivered by actors in performances that they'd surely rather forget. Paul Verhoeven - usually a top notch director - fails spectacularly with his fourteenth film and the script by Joe "I Don't Know Anything About Women" Eszterhas is laughable.
It stars Elizabeth Berkley as Nomi Malone (She's alone in the world, get the joke?), an ambitious young woman who has dreams of becoming a famous dancer in Las Vegas. Berkley's performance is something else. She smiles, she pouts, she shouts, she screams, she gyrates, she vomits, and often all of the above in the same scene. She is joined by Gina Gershon and Kyle MacLachlan, both similarly hamming it up to the extreme as Berkley's fellow dancer and the "Entertainment Director" respectively. Glenn Plummer also waves goodbye to any credibility in his performance as Berkley's quasi-love interest.
From reading this review you may wonder why I have given it five stars. The reason is this: You will never be more entertained in your life. It is hilarious, outrageous, ridiculous, completely unrealistic, shallow, stupid and ultimately a misunderstood masterpiece of everyone involved in the production doing everything wrong in perfect synchronicity.
The complete ignorance of all involved is obvious if you take a look at the Special Features on the DVD. If you watch the short making-of programme, the film is described by Eszterhas as "an all out rock and roll musical" which is unbelievable. First of all, the choreography of the dance scenes at the 'Goddess' show is ridiculous, there is no rock music in the film (apart from the song played over the end credits) and there are no songs in the film at all - so how is it a musical, you may ask?
A great piece of trash, go on, come over to the dark side!