In Las Vegas, audiences for “Le Razzle Dazzle” are dwindling. Shelly (Pamela Anderson) is one of its stars – a blonde dancer who wears a jewelled corset, feather headdress and showgirl’s mile-wide smile. Shelly can’t figure out why the show’s appeal is fading. As she puts it, there’s “breasts and rhinestones and joy!” Isn’t that enough?
For The Last Showgirl it is, though audiences may beg to differ. The third film from Gia Coppola (granddaughter of Francis, niece of Sofia) attempts to seduce sceptics by shooting the spectacle of flesh and glitter and cheerful, lipsticked grins in soft focus, on grainy 16mm film. It is beautiful, tasteful and tedious.
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