Diagonaldi Very well executed

Dorathen Better Late Then Never

Teddie Blake The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

Portia Hilton Blistering performances.

brandoandme My sister was supposed to be in this. They cut her scene. They should have left it all on the cutting room floor. Nothing to see here. No substance. No class. I was embarrassed to watch it.Terribly demeaning to women. Couldn't even watch it through. Watch ANYTHING else. Anything else!

Ivana Cerveza This movie gets a lot of attention for being a mainstream film with an unusually high amount of nudity, yet nudity is the least notable aspect of the movie from a critical standpoint. With but a single exception, this movie's use of nudity is entirely appropriate to the subject matter: a strip club and its employees. Less nudity simply wouldn't make sense.The lone exception is a scene where Ms. Moore's character practices a stage routine at home after a shower. It turns awkward the moment she pulls panties on under cover of the towel she has wrapped around her body. Why the sudden modesty? She's clearly alone, the blinds are closed, and her comportment in the rest of the scene shows that she feels entirely secure in her person. Why not either a) drop the towel and pull on the panties, or just leave the towel on through the rest of the scene and skip the flashes of buns and boobs? There is either too much nudity in this scene or not enough. The movie makers tried to strike a balance between unnecessary titillation and a desire to keep their MPAA R rating, at a toll to believability.Contrast this with the backstage scenes, where the women re-dress shortly after coming off stage. We believe this. It's probably cold back there. They aren't going to hang around in their skin until it's time to go back on stage.The real problem with this movie is that it is nearly incoherent in its presentation. The style jerks madly between scary, slapstick, and serious. I'm all in favor of nuanced movies that don't fit into neat categories, but this movie doesn't blend them, it just butts mismatched scenes up against each other.It's clear that the movie's main character is not happy stripping for a living, but the sense we get from the movie is that this is because of the club's patrons, not from being nude, per se. One of the most telling scenes in the movie is when the main character's prepubescent daughter steals an illicit peek at her mother stripping and dancing on stage. When her mother learns of it, she is clearly upset by it, but why? Given the stage lights, all her daughter could have seen is the nudity, but it's clearly not nudity that's the problem here, only the audience's reaction to it. That leaves a huge hole in the social commentary this movie could be making, that the only problems needing to be fixed are the risks to the dancers.In the end, I find myself completely unchanged in my opinions about nudity, stripping as a profession, or the sleaze accompanying it. As a sermon, this movie entirely fails, where it had the opportunity to break new social ground.Then there are the scenes of violence mixed with comedy. It comes across not as black comedy, but as clowns stumbling drunkenly through a gang fight. It feels contrived, completely unrealistic. Violence and comedy can blend wonderfully: witness Quentin Tarantino's films. This film doesn't manage to pull that blend off at all.In the end, I give this movie 3 out of 10 because this movie failed to either achieve untethered fantasy or grounded reality. The only scenes that felt real are the exotic dancing scenes. It's 2016: if I want to see beautiful women peeling to their skin, I don't need to plow through 2 hours of incoherence to get it.I'm unlikely to watch this movie again.

BA_Harrison I can remember Striptease being sold to the public as the film where Demi Moore flashes her newly augmented cans, the A-list actress paid a whopping $12.5 million to play stripper Erin Grant, whose quest to gain custody of her little girl (played by Moore's real life daughter Rumer) lands her in deep water with a sleazy congressman (Burt Reynolds) and the shady businessmen who back him.If seeing a lot more of Moore is all you're after, then you'll be as happy as the proverbial pig, the muscular actress jiggling her jugs and bodybuilder's butt throughout, but anyone expecting anything remotely resembling a decent film will feel more than a little disappointed: the plot is as cheesy as hell, the characters are incredibly clichéd, and the comedy is embarrassingly bad.At least Moore made a tidy fortune out of this mess, but I imagine Burt Reynolds, Ving Rhames (as lovable bouncer Shad), Armand Assante (concerned cop Al Garcia) and Robert Patrick (Erin's low- life ex) made total idiots out of themselves for a lot less.

bh_tafe3 It was with some surprise a few months ago that I read a list of worst movies ever made and this one was mentioned. This was surprising for a couple of reasons: the first one being that I'd forgotten the film existed, the second being that I struggled to remember any details from it that would lead to me to feel strongly enough about it to say it was the worst movie I've seen.And so, for some reason, I opted to watch this again. As I suspected, it was a waste of my time that achieved nothing of any value and took the cumulative total of minutes this film took away from me that I will never ever get back to 234. I can only assume director Andrew Bergman met Satan at an abandoned fork of a road in the deep south for this one to bring in $113 million world wide.Striptease is not good, not at all. The performances are bizarre, the script is not funny or sexy and even the soundtrack just doesn't fit. Demi Moore seems to have got her money's worth on highly publicized breast implants and is in fine physical condition, but still somehow unwatchable. Having said that though, this is no trainwreck. The actors all know what they're doing. The scenes are all strung together in a coherent narrative. This may not be any good, but it isn't incompetent either, and that makes things even worse.At the end of the day, unless you have a Demi Moore fetish, you will remember nothing about this movie. You'll forget that Burt Reynolds or Robert Patrick are in it. You'll forget that Moore's character had a child. In time you will forget the film exists. It's simply not bad enough to be entertaining or memorable, or worthy of any thought, positive or negative. And that is the film's biggest crime. Ultimately, Striptease is a giant black hole of nothing.