Review of Showgirls (1995) by Veronique K — 10 Jun 2011

I'm a fervent admirer of camp when it's not done purposely while the director or the writer has something phenomenal in mind but it turns out into shits. but when their failures are gloriously marked, it would be EPIC FAIL! that would literally transcend a piece of excrement into something AWESOME: CAMP, just like someone aspires to make a beautiful dive into the swimming pool with a smug look on his face, then you see him just drop into the water with puddles spraying all over others around the pool. then you start to laugh for his making a spectacular scene of his own follies. to be frank, would you be bored by it? no, sometimes epic fail is much more entertaining than seamless success since sometimes your life is just also an epic fail. you could walk off the set with a complacency on your face instead of weeping your way back home to your mama, right? (frankly, I might be the latter. ha. epic fail)...even if you're a piece of pathetic failure, then be a motherfucking phenomenal failure and let everyone just can't ignore your jaw-dropping mistake! (proud loser mindset).

Honestly all the heterosexual love-scenes in showgirls are contrived and absurd, in other words, humdrum, for blatantly trying hard to be sexy. the dialogues are childish, and I think the stupidest line would probably be "if you just quit on me like that, I won't have you back even you do give me a blowjob" (WTF?! are you just 13 who just learns this term and knows how to do it? so you have to flaunt about it?)..the only people who are friendly with leading woman, the lone drifter to vegas, are all african americans. (kinda obvious).

How could I omit the sex scene of elizabeth berkley and kyle maclachlan by the swimming pool? ok, let's go for the first provocative lap-dance in the earlier scene. gina gershon plays a dominatrix lead-stripping-dancer (since they consider themselves high-class dancers who bare tits in expensive hotels instead of cheap strippers in lower bars), and she has elizabeth berkley paid to flash herself to please her boyfriend while she sits aside gazing at their intimate foreplay. she sits on his lap while she wriggles around doing moves like backflips as the man looks paralyzed with a limping orgasm. meanwhile the third party seems content simply by watching. now let's jump to the swimming pool scene, he is holding her waist over his chest, by the position, you could tell there's no way that his "thing" would be actually touching hers. but you feel embarrased because she acts like a maniac going insane for some virtual visceral orgasm as if tons of semen just flush toward her brain cells to fuck her head up. (gee, how she manages to come in such dramatic way? ha!) btw, I must say elizabeth berkley really has great "spinal muscles," and for a moment, I almost wish to see her doing backflip since her waist could magically bounce around in various difficult angles.

On the contrary, all the intriguing love scenes are between the two women there, if I wanna adapt any clinical term to describe it. it would be a deliberate defferal of orgasm to feed on more sexual enticements. to put it into simple phrases: I choose not to fuck because I want to keep on coming when you're not around. (explicit enough?)...you could see the scenario happening again and again: gina gershon seduces elizabeth berkley then she pushes berkley off with some deragatory insults when the lips are about to touch, and there're no actual sex scenes between these two women but somehow the sexual tension is seething behind a lid of jealous rivalries and severe antagonism. gershon's character deliberately introduces this woman, who could substitute her, into the team, then she baits her, humuliates her, befriend her then estrange her...at last, when berkley's character pushes her off the stairs, she chooses not to turn her in and quietly tolerate that. (signs of affections)...then in the ending, they finally get to a deep kissing goodbye. perhaps sex is more fun to watch in full clothes without any backflip stuntsmanship. ha.

Btw, the conversation about two women sharing their experience of dog food is just so hilarious. how could anyone naturally flirt with lines like "how you like your tits to be?" "in my dress" "so do i!".