Developed through workshop improvisations with the cast, this portrait of strippers who work at the Blue Iguana (a real place not
a strip club whose name tickled director Michael Radford's imagination) contains striking moments, but never coheres. The women of the Blue Iguana are a mixed bunch, neither the perpetually horny hotties of porn fantasies nor the degraded dupes whose fates anti-pornography demagogues bemoan. Flaky blond Angel (Daryl Hannah) is as good-hearted as she is stupid; her one desire is to adopt a child, but she has no idea how to present herself to straight-laced types like social workers. Unbeknowst to Angel, she's caught th...