Director: Steve Antin
Stars: Cher, Christina Aguilera and Alan Cumming
Snobs, cynics and hussies will try to tell you that Burlesque is a farrago of atrocious acting and worse singing.
Point granted on the singing, especially when Christina Aguilera is in full bovine belch as a frustrated Iowa farm girl who moves to Los Angeles to find her inner slut. One blast of her mighty pipes could stun an advancing bull moose at 50 paces.
But the knock against her acting is a damnable lie, and the same goes for her co-star Cher. Simple logic insists that superhuman thespian abilities were required to maintain a straight face when negotiating such farcical material.
You try being Cher’s Tess, co-owner of the titular Burlesque Lounge, which promises “the best view on the Sunset Strip,” then fails to deliver. She’s a fleshpot Norma Desmond — and working on Sunset Boulevard.