Jessie Spano as an eel / Ebs love him.

The Independent memorializes Showgirls:

Everyone tells Nomi what a great dancer she is, but when she gets on the floor she looks like an electric eel suffering terminal seizures. In her opening stripper number, she wiggles her tongue and methodically licks a long section of the stage pole (sexy!). Later, in an indelible pair of intimate encounters with Kyle MacLachlan -- his haircut, flopping over his left eye, is a career-killer unto itself – she flips back and thrashes her upper body in a way so graceless, and so alarming, one wonders whether she or Verhoeven or anyone else connected to the production had ever actually had sex. ("Insulin!" Schmader pleads on the voice track. "Someone give that woman insulin!")

An electric eel suffering terminal seizures? Ebs doth take umbrage with said statement:

Other moments are fun because of glitz. The big stage show, with its star entrance from an exploding volcano, seems inspired by actual Vegas productions. All of the women are terrific dancers.

Oh Ebs. And speaking of Ebs defending the indefensible, check out his tortured justification for liking She Hate Me. It goes like this: the movie might appear racist, sexist and homophobic... but it's not. By appearing to be racist, sexist and homophobic the movie is subverting those very elements. Or something.
(Also of note in the review, Ebs compiles his list of important current directors that "dance to their own music":
Spike Lee is a filmmaker on a short list with directors like Herzog, Sayles, Jarmusch, Altman, Paul Thomas Anderson, Todd Solondz and the new kid, David Gordon Green.)