In the Wings: A Film With Few Clothes and No Regrets
By William Grimes
HIGH OVER MALIBU, THE FULL MOON is so perfect it could have been installed by lighting technicians. Aloof, it casts a cool light on the seething movie scene below, a show-biz party on the patio of a preposterously vulgar beach-front mansion. The partygoers, who include a more than healthy sprinkling of leggy young women in very short, very tight spangly dresses, mill around a swimming pool. Off to one side, a Lucullan buffet table bends under the weight of 10-pound lobsters on beds of seaweed, innumerable super-shrimp, heads of broccoli and cauliflower, bunches of grapes, and mega-loaves of bread. Neon pink flamingos near a classical colonnade provide a subtle touch of class. Paul Verhoeven, behind the camera for the first time since "Basic Instinct" in 1992, fusses over a small detail in the scene. It is a key moment in "Showgirls," a drama that ventures, untentatively, into the sex-saturated world of Las Vegas lap dancing, strip clubs and top-of-the-line topless revues. A smarmy Vegas singer, played by William Shockley, is supposed to breeze past two men in togas, Roman sandals and gilded laurel wreaths who will announce his entrance with a trumpet blast. "The left trumpet a little lower, yeah?" says Mr. Verhoeven. "Good. That looks silly enough."