The thin, terrible people of 'Showgirls' are equally loathsome; you don't have a rooting interest in Nomi or her "dream," and as a result, 'Showgirls' is 131 minutes of watching trashy, vapid people being terrible to each other.
The script -- a generic blend mixing the soap of All About Eve with the suds of Valley of the Dolls -- is replete with the clunkiest dialogue this side of Peyton Place.
It is a long, ambitious and shocking exercise that aims so high - and with such detached logic - that we are driven to watch on in the same manner that eyewitnesses watch on at a train wreck.
