The Last Showgirl

Have to really hand it to both Jamie Lee Curtis and Pamela Anderson for being absolutely original and real. Nothing fake here to see, all natural beauty. I lived in Vegas for 16 years and I always tell people that Vegas is a planet of its own. This movie definitely gives the feel of what it would be like to be young, hot, sexy, mouth watering and juicy to the men and boys, but when you reach those later late late years, and you can only stuff so much gel into your body, but even with doing that in Vegas, it eventually no longer makes you stand out like you were when you were younger, at least when you were younger in Vegas. If you live or have lived in Las Vegas, I would think you would definitely be able to relate to the heart and the feeling of this movie. This may not be a popular or a fan favorite of the young up and coming performing ladies, and heck maybe for the men as well, but definitely the ladies that live there now or who used to and I only say this because this would not be so much of a drama I would think, but more of a horror movie for them. Not one maybe they would want to be so quick to want to rush to and watch, maybe, maybe not. I'll say it like it is, I'll be real, I have travelled internationally and from city to city and in the countryside, and have lived all over too, but Vegas, Vegas is a beast of its own. The bright lights, the fun, the glitz and glamour, the drinks, the party's, but when do the lights actually go out, they don't, but it's normal and not something you can run from, but eventually all those lights eventually fade out whether you want them to or not, it's not your choice, it's just because of if you live in Las Vegas or have before and your one or were one of those bright and shining lights, eventually no matter what you try and do, your light will fade too like so many others before you. Great movie, it held a steady 8/10 throughout, I might could give it 8 1/2 even. It's definitely worth watching if you've been lost in Vegas for awhile.

Jamie Lee Curtis nailed it in one of her interviews. This is a movie about the degradation of women at the end of their lives. The use of the glamour of Las Vegas showgirls to show the slow decline with an eventual fall off a cliff edge - poverty, homelessness - when they are no longer young and sexy. Eddie gives us a view of how older women *are* sexy, but only when they are not being objectified.

The audience laughed quite often in poignant moments, and I suspect it was to cover their discomfort with the journey of the two older women.

The photography was often very close, and it created an intimacy, also showing the flaws of aging bodies that were at odds with the on-stage showgirls.

Some reviewers said the characters were superficial, but I think perhaps that's a lack of personal experience with the issues these women were facing. I enjoyed this movie. It's not tragic, but it is gently heartbreaking at times.

There's a lot to admire about The Last Showgirl, first and foremost the performance of Pamela Anderson. It's a role that seems made for her and it's a role she plays to perfection. The supporting cast of Jamie Lee Curtis, Dave Bautista, and more are all spot on too.

The style of the film is also hugely pleasing and absorbing. Despite the unnecessarily heavy hand on the blurry camera focus, the cinematography is largely very impressive. The sets and costumes are all perfect and the score compliments everything to a tee.

My only real criticism is that the story has no real depth to it. It traces over some familiar tropes to do with family and ageing, none of which are particularly groundbreaking or explored with any great depth. The film whizzes by in a flash with many missed opportunities to dive into Anderson's character even more.

It would be fair to say this film favours style over substance, but when the style is pretty damn impressive, this isn't necessarily a bad thing. Although it lacks depth, it presents a solid portrait of an ageing star and the realities of living a life on the stage.

When you think of Las Vegas, an odd assortment of images comes to mind, generally harkening back to another time: classy casinos draped in neon cutting into the night sky, Elvis Presley resplendent and sweaty in a rhinestone jumpsuit, Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra smoking and joking on stage. At the heart of all that spectacle, strutting through the haze of old-school glamour, is the showgirl, the stunning, dancing fixture of Vegas that seems to have been around for as long as time itself.

It may be surprising, but the showgirl has actually all but vanished. 'Jubilee!', the last grand revue, closed in 2016 after 35 years at Bally's. Cultural shifts, changing tastes and finances all played a role- audiences now favour superstars like Adele and Garth Brooks over sequined spectacle. When casinos stopped subsidizing productions in the 1980's, producers ditched the risk, paving the way for residencies, Broadway imports and the odd allure of Cirque du Soleil. While showgirls haven't disappeared entirely, the era of grand, glitzy revues has faded, leaving only traces of its former glory.

With the showgirl now a relic of Vegas's past, Gia Coppola's 'The Last Showgirl' steps in to explore what's left of that glittering legacy. Inspired by the closure of 'Jubilee!', the film follows Shelly, a veteran performer in Le Razzle Dazzle, a classic French-style revue. After three decades on stage, her world is upended when the show's closure is announced. Unsure of what comes next, Shelly must navigate an uncertain future while confronting what it truly means to leave the spotlight behind.

It is a touching drama, resonating on multiple levels. Kate Gersten's screenplay deftly examines the waning days of the showgirl era, serving as both a love letter to classic Vegas and a poignant meditation on aging in showbusiness. Much like Coralie Fargeat's 'The Substance'- though far less grotesque- it explores the physical and emotional toll of an industry built on youth and beauty.

At its core, it is a character study, anchored by Shelly's journey from center stage to a foot-note in the wings. Coppola lingers on the quiet moments- empty dressing rooms, fading lights, the weight of sequins that once felt like armour- painting a deeply human portrait. Through Shelly, the film contemplates the inevitable question for any performer whose identity is tied to the stage: when the curtain falls, who are you without the spotlight?

Beyond Shelly's personal reckoning, the film also explores the toll of her choices on those around her, particularly her strained relationship with her daughter. The screenplay excels in these interactions, with sharp, lived-in dialogue that adds depth to both Shelly and the richly drawn supporting cast.

In this way, the film shares DNA with Darren Aronofsky's 'The Wrestler', Bob Fosse's 'All That Jazz', and again, in a less grisly sense, 'The Substance'. It also has striking real-world parallels to the life of star Pamela Anderson, who, like Shelly, once embodied an era's idea of beauty and spectacle, then to see her status dwindle. Anderson's recent return to Broadway in 'Chicago' was a reclamation of her own narrative- proof that reinvention is possible, but never easy.

These intimate character moments are further elevated by the striking cinematography from director of photography Autumn Durald Arkapaw, as well as Natalie Ziering's lush production design. The neon glow of old Vegas flickers like a fading memory, captured in warm, nostalgic hues that contrast with the stark, impersonal corporate sheen of the city's modernity.

Moreover, Jacqueline Getty and Rainy Jacobs's costumes- especially Shelly's extravagant stage attire- serve as both a reminder of past glory and a symbol of the identity she struggles to hold onto. Complementing it all is Andrew Wyatt's evocative score, full of dreamy, melancholic undertones, mirroring Shelly's own emotional highs and lows. Together, these elements don't just recreate the lost world of the Vegas showgirl- they immerse one in it, making the film not just a story of one woman, but an elegy for an entire era.

Yet, without a strong lead, the film could have easily faltered. Pamela Anderson delivers a career-best performance as Shelly, capturing her fragility beneath layers of feathers and rhinestones. As Shelly- a woman who spent decades in the spotlight, now struggling to find her place in the shadows- Anderson is quietly devastating. While her own public persona adds an intriguing meta-layer to the role, it's her vulnerability, grace and effortless authenticity that make Shelly feel so achingly real.

Furthermore, Jamie Lee Curtis does typically fine work as Shelly's friend Anette, a feisty cocktail waitress whose best years are behind her. Brenda Song and Kiernan Shipka bring nuance and depth to their roles as younger showgirls at different crossroads, while Billie Lourd is equally impressive as Shelly's estranged daughter Hannah. Additionally, Dave Bautista brilliantly underplays the role of Shelly's producer Eddie, and Jason Schwartzman makes a delightfully insidious cameo as a seedy casting director.

Much like the fading neon of old Vegas, 'The Last Showgirl' glows with a bittersweet beauty, paying tribute to an era that refuses to be forgotten. With a spectacular Pamela Anderson at its heart, Gia Coppola's film is both elegiac and deeply human, capturing the quiet heartbreak of life beneath the greasepaint. Showgirls may no longer rule the Strip, but if Shelly- and Anderson's luminous performance- prove anything, it's that true stars never really fade. They just find a new way to shine.

I was looking forward to this, hearing much about Pamela Anderson finding her form in the film. It is true that this is by far the best I have ever seen her, let's not get over excited as she is no Meryl Streep as yet, but she was great to watch. Fortunately or unfortunately, Jamie Lee Curtis polls up to steal the show on the acting front with a superb character piece. Props also to Dave Bautista (who knew), who also showed he can act with a great portrayal of the gentle giant, who when it comes to the old time show girl and the meaning there-in "gets it". It's a simple story of age and decay of an aging ex beautiful young showgirl, still treading the boards, and also reflects parts of Vegas in a similar light, with its own age and decay. Friends holding close within this melancholic tale of broken individuals. The film helps us see, and maybe reflect on our own ticking clock. Very worthy watch 7/10.