You got something wrong with your nipples?The great thing about this movie is that it doesn't realize how campy it is. It's all being played straight, like it's high drama, like it's Schindler's List in Vegas or something. But when you watch it, what are you feeling? Titillation? From extravagant costumes and choreographed dance? Or are you sitting in your living room, weeping, saying to no one in particular, "You know (sob) I really identify with Nomi?"
What it is, plain and simple, is a big Hollywood masturbation movie (don't see many of those, do ya?) that just doesn't work on any level. The characters are clones of every female character ever written by screenwriter Joe Eszterhas (Basic Instinct): the girls all use sharp objects (a switchblade shows up not five minutes in to the movie) and are bitchy as hell. They may kill you, too, but they also may have sex with you before they kill you. The men are lecherous with one or two redeeming qualities or saintly with a bunch of flaws.
Eszterhas also seems to think that all women talk like this: "Tell me, how do you like your breasts?"
Nomi (Elizabeth Berkley) dreams of a better life than just working in cheap, sleazy strip clubs. So she goes to Vegas to work in really expensive, high class strip clubs.
A girl's got to aim high, I guess.
It's not as kinky as Basic Instinct supposedly is, and it's not as dramatic as star Elizabeth Berkley thinks it is when she defends it. That's right, the only shock value comes from seeing the girl from Saved By The Bell showing us her boobies, and in a movie overflowing with nudity, it's not even all that shocking.If you're looking for titillation, rent a porno. if you're looking for camp, rent Rocky Horror. But don't rent this.