For the three of you unfamiliar with the Suicide Girls, let me explain. They are young, tattooed and pierced women who strike an erotic pose on the net in a tightly knit community of similar individuals. It’s grrrrl power (or savvy marketing depending on how cynical you are), and this is a chronicle of some of those girls’ first tour around the continent as they put on a burlesque show. You’ll see interviews with the ladies, their acts and photo shoots. The less astute viewer will think it’s really just naked punk chicks dancing around, but as the hilarious photo shoot in San Francisco proves, you can’t easily classify anything when it comes to the Suicide Girls.
This is a slick film. It realizes that its hook is young, naked females, but you’ll find yourself caring more about the interviews than you will about the stripteases and photo shoots. That’s what separates this from softcore porn. These are real people with real dreams and desires. You won’t find ladies crying about drug abuse and being sexually assaulted by family members. Instead you’ll hear about trying out for the Olympic swim team and doing teenage surgery on animals in order to harvest their livers.
Speaking on a more personal level, I went into this film with that cynical attitude I mentioned earlier. I do believe this is a marketing tool that is making Missy Suicide (the mind behind Suicide Girls) quite rich. But I also believe it started out as an empowerment tool that had the added benefit of making a lot of money. You can’t find much fault with that, but I cringe whenever I hear a term like “marketing a brand.” If anything kills the Suicide Girls, it will be this mindset.
If you like hot, tattooed and pierced females (and the bad leather
Lord knows I do), you’ll want to check this film out as soon as humanly possible. You’ll come for the flesh, but you’ll stay for the personalities.
