A movie about stripping (clothes, not furniture or paint), or at least one that puts a heavy emphasis on that profession, is a questionable cinematic proposition at best. Considering the cataclysmic failures of both "Showgirls" and "Striptease" -- two high profile Hollywood films -- it doesn't seem like the best subject matter upon which to base a new project. Nonetheless, music personality turned director Ice Cube has decided to damn the proverbial torpedoes and sail full steam ahead. All of which is too bad since critics and most moviegoers sank this production not long after it left dock.
Ice Cube, who’s becoming something of a regular actor now ("Three Kings," "Dangerous Ground") this time dons the trifecta cap (writer/director/actor) and allows others to take the more substantial roles so that he can focus on the movie's elements. Although in the production notes he's quoted as saying that no one had ever examined the Atlanta strip club scene (his reason for doing this movie), his take on stripping isn't much different from other similarly based films.
There's the standard "good girl" who's stripping only for a short while or just to make ends meet. Although nervous and uncomfortable at first, she soon becomes a pro and has no problems displaying her "assets." Yet she then discovers that things aren't as rosy as she had formerly believed and the story ends not long after that.
Like "Striptease,"the film tries to balance comedy, drama, and action, but neither succeeds at the balancing act, nor in presenting those individual elements. While we found a few moments mildly amusing -- including Bernie Mac's outrageous take on the fast-talking, perpetually nervous, and always hustling club owner -- most of the other moments landed with a dud.
Of course if you can find humor in a stripper spanking an ATF agent's bare butt with a paddle, or can laugh aloud at the sight of a man running alongside a car that's driving in circles because some thugs have trapped his head in the partially closed car window, then maybe this film's right up your alley. For everyone else, though, you'll just sit there slack-jawed about why anybody would find most of the material even remotely funny. The dramatic elements didn't fare much better either, and their mixture with the comedy scenes often created a rather haphazard feel -- as if the movie couldn't decide what it really wanted to be.
The biggest problem is that the motivation behind the central character’s decision to strip isn't at all believable. Although she's presented as a working college student, and is weakly convinced by other dancers to join their "opulent" lifestyle, she never makes much money so her continuance in the profession for so long doesn't ring true. Additionally, her character too easily and unbelievably alternates between liking and loathing her job, and stops only because the club finally burns to the ground (where the story begins).
Performances from the cast vary all across the board, part of which stems from mixing the comedic and dramatic elements, but is also caused by both decent and less than stellar thespian efforts. While we found that Lisa Raye delivered an okay take as the lead character, far more impressive is another cinema rookie, Chrystale Wilson. Although her character is anything but likable, she certainly dominates any scene she's in. Jamie Foxx (TV's "In Living Color") comes to the forefront at the end of the movie and breathes some much needed life into the story playing Diana's newest beau. Unfortunately, it's too little and too late of an effort to save the production that while occasionally, but only mildly interesting, is simply not a very good film.
Regarding the DVD’s components, the picture is a mixed bad, with many scenes looking fabulous and others being bathed in an oversaturated, and quite distracting orange tint. The audio, while competent, is delivered in a less than imaginative fashion, while the supplemental material -- 2 music videos, the trailer and some on-screen textual notes about the cast and crew -- are better than nothing, but certainly not particularly noteworthy.