Proudly maintaining an entertainment tradition that their grandmothers likely shrank from even acknowledging, the hip chicks of L.A.-based revue the Velvet Hammer Burlesque twirl their tassels and shake their martinis for no one but themselves. Mono-monicker’d Augusta’s docu mixes performance footage, staged skits, behind-the-scenes interviews and colorful miscellany into a fun package that should amuse Cocktail Nation types and other ironic nostalgists. Direct DVD sales rep likeliest commercial destination.
For several years, “neo-burlesque” troupe VHB has performed in theatrical venues to raucous audiences. Allowing “no fake body parts,” their “pre-lapdance stripping” emphasizes creative expression and sheer esprit — not hard-bodied perfection. Thus there’s room for myriad torso types (from the zaftig to a genetic “little person”) in routines that are elaborately costumed and often retro-kitschy. For variety, well-edited pic offers intertitled “chapters” addressing important questions (“How much glitter do you eat in a year?”); spotlights the vaudevillian show’s intentionally awful comics (“Booing and I go back a long way,” one boasts); plus stand-alone miniatures like a mock 1930s musical short subject and B&W drive-in spoof “Attack of the 50 Foot Stripper.”