A young girl fed up with waitress-ing in a diner in some God-forsaken place in the Midwest, decides to pack it all in and get a one-way train ticket to LA to seek her fame and fortune. She stumbles on the Burlesque Club run by a fading Star that features a lot of very scantily clad girls dancing their tushes off lip-syncing: a dying art in a dying business that is about to be closed by the Bank unless a miracle happens.
Christina Aguilera plays the young girl, and the Star who is past her prime (!) is the fabulous Cher. This piece of trite trash is intended as a vehicle to show us what a stunning actress Miss Aguilera is as she plays the undiscovered talent that not only wins everyone’s heart, but naturally single-handedly saves the Club too. Trouble is that her she’s very one dimensional: great singing voice BUT its exactly the same in all the (endless) numbers that are indistinguishable from each other: and she really has only four different dance moves in what must qualify as one of the worst choreographed musicals ever.
Labels: musical theater
