This is a movie about sex, but most of the characters aren't particularly sexy. But then, the characters are all scum, and the best thing that could happen would be for all of them to die, making the world a better place. Nomi Malone comes to Las Vegas, wanting to be a dancer and a star. She's not very smart -- a recurring theme -- and gets robbed of everything she owns, except the clothes on her back and her switchblade. Things happen, mostly not worth detailing. She makes a friend who works as a dressmaker. She gets a job as a stripper. She meets Crystal Conner, who can't wait to get into Nomi's pants. She meets Zack Carey, who can't wait to get into her pants. She meets James Smith, who can't wait to get into her pants. And she goes from being a stripper to a star. All this is accompanied by lousy Decalogue, bad acting, stupid plotting, and dance numbers. Some of the dance numbers aren't bad. If you don't know what a lap dance is, you'll find out. But if you're looking for a good movie, keep looking.
