Media criticism must learn to give up the charade of pompous legitimization through appeals to social or political utility. It must reembrace the hedonistic pleasures of criticism as a worthy enterprise in and of itself. The world must be made safe again for the aesthete, the world-weary dandy.
Totally here for all the critical re-examination of Showgirls; see also this fantastic round-table on this film. Still, this remains one of the most unarousing films I've ever watched; David Cronenberg's Crash (1996) titillated me more. At least pornos have the decency to remain under an 130-minute running time.
Synopsis: Fresh to Las Vegas with no connections, Nomi Malone takes a job as an exotic dancer. Her talents are quickly noticed by Cristal, a headlining dancer who senses an opportunity to bolster her own act. But Nomi won’t play second fiddle and soon begins her venomous path to the top, ruthlessly backstabbing anyone who gets in her way.