"Showgirl Is My Yentl": The 145-Minute Showgirls Sequel That Could

Written, produced, directed and edited by Rena Riffel, who also reprises her role as Penny from the original Showgirls, Showgirls 2: Penny's From Heaven has been available on video-on-demand for at least a year, but it's now being released on DVD by Wild Eye Releasing, thus conferring on it the legitimacy that physical media somehow still offers. The promised DVD extras include a behind-the-scenes documentary and director's commentary, but the screener copy provided did not include any of the extras, so we're left to ponder the film as it is—as well as its torrid history, which is no less entertaining than the final product.

Before criticizing the film too harshly, it should be pointed out that Showgirls 2: Penny's From Heaven—henceforth referred to as S2: PFH, so we can ignore the fact that the title looks like a typo—is practically an auteur work by Riffel, a woman who is, by the standards of the youth-obsessed film industry, past her prime. Riffel already had a career before the first Showgirls in 1995, and she's continued working since, including appearing in David Lynch's Mulholland Dr. For that matter, S2: PFH isn't even her first directorial effort, having already made 2009's Trasharella (which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like, and a musical to boot). And considering how deeply Showgirls was informed by the male gaze of director Paul Verhoeven and writer Joe Eszterhas, so much so that you can feel their sweaty palms on every frame, it's a minor victory that the closest thing we'll get to an official sequel to Showgirls—even if the marketing materials are careful to refer to it as a "unofficial follow-up" and an "homage to the Showgirls legacy"—is the work of one of the women who was on the receiving end of that gaze. When Champagne is poured over Riffel's bare breasts in S2: PFH's lesbian pool-sex scene, it's all happening on her own terms. While S2: PFH is not exactly a feminist statement (though that would make a swell pull-quote, wouldn't it? "Not Exactly a Feminist Statement!" —The Village Voice), the act of Riffel making it was.

All that said, S2: PFH is an absolute mess on a technical level. The budget was in the neighborhood of $30,000, and it doesn't feel like a penny (ahem) of that made it onto the screen. (An astonishing $5,108 of that budget came from a Kickstarter—which, in 2010, meant Riffel was ahead of the curve.) The credits claim it was "Shot on 35mm film, 8mm and the Canon 7D," but it's safe to say the majority of the ungainly 145-minute running time was shot on the Canon digital camera. Most scenes rely on the existing light of the given indoor or outdoor location, and although the end credits insist that there was a boom operator, the dialogue sounds as if it was recorded by the camera itself. There's plenty of room echo and outside traffic, and the ambient sound often changes when the scene cuts between different shots.

This is hardly the first low-budget movie to commit these crimes, of course, and while the go-to comparison for incompetent filmmaking is Ed Wood, S2: PFH more resembles the work of Ray Dennis Steckler (The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies, The Hollywood Slasher Meets the Skid Row Strangler) or Doris Wishman (Bad Girls Go to Hell, Deadly Weapons). Actually, Riffel is a far more competent filmmaker than Wishman, who never really cared about the movies she was making. This is clearly a labor of love.

Pamela Chelin at L.A. Weekly wrote a blow-by-blow summary of the film if you're so inclined, but no description of S2: PFH can really do it justice. It's intentionally silly and lurid and not meant to be taken seriously—very much unlike the original, as Verhoeven and Eszterhas believed they were making An Important Movie (That Can Also Be Jerked Off To). This is a ready-made cult film, the cult being people who know the first film by heart. That's problematic for the movie's shelf life, as the technical issues can make it difficult to watch for people who aren't rabid fans of Showgirls, and films that set out to be considered "cult" seldom work. (It's why you don't hear much these days about the Rocky Horror Picture Show sequel, Shock Treatment.) And, again, wow: S2: PFH is two and a half hours long, 15 minutes longer than the original, and an hour longer than it has any right to be. Just because it's cheap to shoot on digital doesn't mean that everything should be used. David Lynch, who's thanked in the S2: PFH credits, did the same thing with his shot-on-video Inland Empire, which also went on for an hour longer than it needed to.

When I've mentioned this movie, people tend to respond with an incredulous, "Showgirls 2 exists?" Of course there's a Showgirls sequel. The only part that should come as a surprise is that it took this long. What's more, this isn't the only attempted Showgirls sequel, but this is the one that made it to the mainstream market—and, therefore, it wins. The history is fascinating.