The Last Showgirl (2025)

⭐️⭐️ 1/2

Stellar performances trapped in a film too thin to hold the weight of its characters. A dystopian Vegas parking lot can only carry so much before the whole thing starts looking less like a narrative and more like an extended music video.

As her glittering revue shutters, showgirl Shelly struggles to find solid ground outside the only life she’s ever known. Pamela Anderson glows—playing Shelly with a vulnerability and grace that feel achingly authentic.

Then there’s Jamie Lee Curtis, who delivers what amounts to a one-woman spectacle. I could watch her writhe to an ’80s ballad for hours and never get bored.

The stylistic choices, though—anamorphic edges blurred into haze, paired with shaky handheld work—left my stomach in knots for all the wrong reasons.

Ultimately, the film mirrors Shelly herself: aloof, introspective, and too detached to stick the landing.