Jennifer Lopez is a revelation, but what she reveals is what we already knew from the Super Bowl; she has a super-human ability to keep a middle-aged body toned, flexible and sexy. Bravo, but as Demi Moore proved in her stripper film, solid moves on the pole can only take you so far. Lopez is cunning, and commanding, but she is little more, and she cannot make up for the amateurish performances of her cohorts, a bunch of dancers-with-hearts-of-tin who sign on to her scheme.
When the movie focuses on the crime, it is light, watchable, brisk entertainment. The strippers engineer a lucrative con outside the club, where they butter a mark up, slip him a roofie, max out his credit card, and when he wakes up, he assumes he had the night of his life (and if he is shocked at the price, what is he going to say?) There is real humor and juice in these scenes.
Unfortunately, they are interrupted by the dull story of our protagonist Constance Wu (Crazy Rich Asians), a girl who just needs a Mommy (Lopez) to show her the tricks of the trade. Wu is not a very good actor, and her little girl lost routine seems silly (strippers are many things; guileless ain’t one of them). Wu’s naivete, however, is a necessary predicate to the lamest part of the film, because first time feature writer-director Lorene Scafaria is set on saying something about family and loyalty and the rest. When the gals are all together, their essential goodness and mutual support flows freely as they bestow gifts upon each other and extol the virtues of famil . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Scafaria also uses the interview/flashback technique to tell the story, so we get the prim, white journalist (Julia Stiles) interviewing Wu after it has all gone to shit. I suppose Scafaria wanted to juxtapose Wu’s hard-bitten travail with that of a privileged, educated writer, but the exchanges are clunky. An example:
DESTINY What’s your name again?
YOUNG WOMAN Elizabeth.
DESTINY Did you grow up with money, Elizabeth?
ELIZABETH We were…comfortable.
DESTINY Right. What’d your parents do?
ELIZABETH My dad was a journalist. And my mom’s a psychiatrist.
DESTINY Where’d you go to school?
ELIZABETH Brown. For undergrad.
DESTINY What would you do for a thousand dollars? Of course the answer depends on what you already have and what you need.
This might have worked if Wu herself didn’t seem like she was rejected from Brown but got in to Bryn Mawr instead, and if Scafaria fleshed the conversation out a little bit (ELIZABETH: “I need it.” That sounds like want any criminal would say, no?).
Instead, it just lays there, flat, interrupting the caper and making both characters even more tedious, if possible.