Conflict of Interest On Being Eternally Affiliated with the Worst Movie Ever Made
posted by September 5 at 14:47 PMon
In 1999, on the advice of an intelligent female friend, I watched Paul Verhoeven’s Showgirls. This was four years after the film’s theatrical release, which I’d ignored out of solidarity with good taste and political correctness. But when the most intelligent feminist I knew all but ordered me to stop what I was doing and rent Showgirls, I obeyed, and soon learned one of life’s great truths: Paul Verhoeven’s critically savaged, thoroughly diastrous stripper drama is the most amazing inadvertant comedy in the history of cinema, and with some slight contextualization and one major cut, the funniest movie ever made.
Soon after my epiphany, my friend Eric (Fredericksen, then a Stranger staffer, now director of this joint) urged me to share my findings with the world. Northwest Film Forum arranged a screening, I provided live annotation, and since then I’ve toured sporadically around the country as a semi-professional ambassador for the hilarity of Showgirls.
As some of you know, in 2004, I got a call from MGM, the studio that produced Showgirls. Instead of a cease-and-desist order, they had me provide the commentary track to the DVD re-release, which has recently been re-re-released. No matter what I do with the rest of my life, my name will be forever linked with Showgirls.
I couldn’t be happier. The film’s mindblowing comedic magic is eternal. In advance of upcoming screenings in Texas and Florida, I’m hosting a one-nighter tomorrow night at the Triple Door—the only place in the world where you can enjoy Wild Ginger cuisine while watching the worst movie ever made in a nightclub co-owned by Kenny G. Join me, if you please.