If ever you find that the most well intentioned party you've given is quickly taking a nose dive into yawnsville, slap this baby on and let the good times role. I love campy films and this whopper is among my favorites, right after Mommie Dearest, Faster Pussycat...Kill, Kill and Pink Flamingos. Elizabeth Berkley should be used as a textbook example and how to overact while simultaneously not communicating a single emotion. The dialogue you ask? So howling bad and unintentionally funny that it borders on the surreal. From what I understand, Joe Eszterhas' brain was on sabbatical during the writing process. Gina Gershon is the saving grace here, folks, even though she is saddle with some of the worst dialogue in the film (if you can imagine) and made to utter "Darlin'" every ten seconds or so; however, there is no sexier woman in front of the camera and her sex appeal alone carries most of the dead weight and I do mean dead. Some reviews suggest that this film is an exercise in misogyny. Really? I am shocked! A film about a back-stabbing, ambitious drifter turned Vegas showgirl I thought would read out on the screen like a feminist treaty. I am just as shocked as anyone that it comes across as a female-bashing piece of celluloid trash. Let's be honest people, this film is nothing more than "All About Eve" with g-strings, glitter and glossy production values to cover the glaring absence of any redeeming artistic quality. If you are cinephile and can't stand the idea that you've wasted x number of minutes from your precious life that you will never get back, stay away, big time. However, if you, like me, enjoy, quoting John Waters on "The Simpsons" the "ludicrously tragic" and just a plain old cheese fest, you will find much to enjoy. Bad script, worse acting, illogical and improbable scenarios, trite sub-plots, one-dimensional characters, etc. Just plain bad, bad, bad...thank goodness!