SuicideGirls: The First Tour

You shouldn't come into this DVD expecting any kind of real documentary whatsoever. If you're watching for the T&A, OK, it's got that in spades so you can probably not bother reading the rest. Personally my girlfriend and I were hoping for an actual focus on the the burlesque show itself, being fans of the genre, even if the SGs loosely interpret it. There is very little of their performance shown and it's only in brief teaser clips mostly. Almost all the behind the scenes stuff was either interviews that just felt like advertisements for the Suicide Girls website or was just more nudity for the sake of the camera.

So basically it's a softcore nudie flick and an advertisement masquerading as something else. This is not surprising given the self-promoting character of the man behind the girls. Just know that if you want naked girls, this is probably fine for you, but if you're looking for some actual documentation, skip it.

This might have been called Lost Girls...or Bratz Dolls: The Movie!

If any single phenomenon might symbolize the death of romance & heterosexuality it could be the Suicide Girls. Their name says it all. They seem about as estranged from the organic sense of their bodies as anyone on earth could possibly be. They seem to regard their bodies like drum majorettes regard their bodies or pompom girls their skirts.

They are little forlorn islands of desolation & despair. They make Gummo play like Singing in the Rain.

The occasional individual insights are pathetically revealing. The one who calls herself Reagan (Reagan? Nixon? Is all this a political statement? - I don't think so...) says that she really appreciates being forced to mingle with the public in the companionship of her "sisters" because otherwise she might have become an antisocial person who watches TV or sits in a corner & reads books.

Books!! Egads! What a concept.

On & on it runs.

Great if your want to get turned off to sex or just get generally DEPRESSED!

This film sets to envisage what society doesn't, Reality, that girls with tattoos, piercing's and odd dye jobs are just as beautiful as models and play boy center fold girl. This Documentary is not about perversion or pornography, simply an artistic view of the beautiful and sexual beings the suicide girls. That and have an extremely good time partying and showing other people what you've got, confidence.

For those into Rock /punk / metal genres this movie is for you, it also for those who are interested in embracing other genres of people, however if you are a little to conservative you'll hate this film, which is great because it isn't created to inspire those who are beige.

first i'd like to correct the comment before mine.

"reagan says that she really appreciates being forced to mingle with the public in the companionship of her "sisters" because otherwise she might have become an antisocial person who watches TV or sits in a corner & reads books." she did not in fact say that she would BECOME an anti social person who sits in a corner reading books. she said if she wasn't occupied with doing what she really loves then she would just be at home reading a book in a corner. these girls are very smart but they're outcasts....with suicide girls they can be themselves.

if you can relate to this movie then you'll absolutely love it...but if you have a close minded way of thinking then its just not the movie for you. this isn't porn and its not meant to be watched as porn.

I watched this paired with the very stylish and mainstream "Kamakazi Girls (Shimotsuma monogatari)." In addition to the similar names, they come from a similar place.

What happens if you are in the sixties, and you know that women's roles are messed up? Well, you start a powerful enlightened social movement to change it, right? On the sides are the crazies, mostly religious nuts screaming that wimmen is wimmen and God made them soft and subservient.

Now flash forward and see where we are. Perhaps there has been no progress made, we've just shifted from one set of stories to another with the same balance of empowerment and constraint. Perhaps there's just something hardwired into us that prevents us ever from wholesale equivalence of souls. Perhaps Muslim women don't want to be "free," because the alternative is no better and has the additional negative of being unfamiliar.

Here's what we have. In "Kamakazi Girls," the two conflicting roles were explicit in the two characters: a supergirlie girl, in frills and flowers, and a tough girl. Now this tough girl is new in the last couple decades. It a feminized male hoodlum stereotype, coming from the Marlin Brando/James dean mode of cool and tough. Cool here means that you don't care what the world thinks or says, you'll stick it in their eye simply on principle.

It means you want to demonstrate your lack of convention. Since we live in a more cinematic age now, you'll do it with appearance in addition to attitude. In fact, the appearance drives the attitude.

But what about the dual self problem? Girls want to be sexy, but what if they also want to be cool? Okay, here's a path: be a suicide girl. You get to alter your appearance on your skin, which helps in both ways because that way you get to be sexy too. In fact, why not combine the two all the way and do very sexually oriented acts while maintaining your tough cool? You get it both ways, skin being the text for both.

This is as sad as burkhas, and just as deterministically constraining, self-constraining.

Like so many exploitation films, the idea behind it is more interesting than the experience itself. Its odd, because if you go to the website, you can find some characters there who successfully weave a story of intelligence and independence. That may be a fiction, but surely there ARE women out there that are sexy, demonstrable and real. But the women we see here are simple losers. Maybe these are the only ones who would go "on tour."

Ted's Evaluation -- 1 of 3: You can find something better to do with this part of your life.