If you’ve ever had food poisoning, you know that long after all of the vomiting is over and you’ve finally purged the enemy from your system, there’s a taste memory that sticks with you forever. It’s why I can’t eat green onions or cilantro 10 years after my night of hell at the hands of a bad burrito. Well, 1995′s Showgirls is the movie version of food poisoning.
When Paul Verhoeven’s stripper saga was released 15 years ago, critics mercilessly dogpiled on the film. And the moviegoing public didn’t care much either for Elizabeth Berkley’s Nomi Malone — the gritty, Vegas rumpshaker who’ll do whatever it takes to make it to the top, including losing her soul and, ewww, licking a stripper pole. Showgirls was one of those rare, ignominious, once or twice-a-decade turkeys that becomes an instant punchline. (This one falling on the turkey timeline somewhere between Ishtar and Cutthroat Island…only this one had bedazzled boobies!) READ FULL STORY »