Showgirls eschews cheap murder mystery in favor of cheap soap opera, and the results are about what you'd expect.
With its fetishistic depiction of the nearly naked male body as nothing more or less than a merciless instrument of warfare, it fills a much-needed gap between gay porn and recruitment film.
Despite insistently dull depictions of the monotonous lives of the true believers, what DeMille's really into is the hedonistic habits of the Roman upper classes. The result is a film whose generous helpings of sex and violence are overwhelmed by its general air of condescension and phony piety.