They’re live and they are, from time to time, nude, but there’s nothing especially prurient about “Live Nude Girls.” The film is a gabfest among a clutch of longtime friends, with the talk eventually wearing thin. Theatrical prospects will be limited and specialized, and the effort will likely get a second wind in ancillaries, particularly cable.
As the women throw a bachelorette party for one of their group, sexual fantasies, petty rivalries and the like abound in this modest ensemble piece.
Jamie (Kim Cattrall) is about to go to the altar for the umpteenth time.Restaurateur Georgina (Lora Zane) is happy to get the “girls” together to participate in a collective angst session.
Jill (Dana Delany) is the resident gossip; her sister Rachel (Laila Robins) is the picture of vulnerability; and Marcy (Cynthia Stevenson) is embroiled in a relationship with a jealous hothead.
The group’s individual and collective problems are neither truly oppressive nor revelatory. Despite the lightness of the effort, the ensemble cast works seamlessly to give the pic some weight. The performers’ chemistry produces a highly watchable, diverting entertainment. It’s an actor’s piece that appears more apt for the stage than the bigscreen.
Nicely paced pic accents character over plot. Tyro director (and scripter) Julianna Lavin adopts an unfussy style to focus on the women of “Girls”– and a couple of stray men. While the surroundings are a tad overlit, Christopher Taylor’s gliding camera surmounts the claustrophobic nature of the piece.