I just finished watching this, and since I noticed there wasn't a thread specifically devoted to it, I thought what the hell.
Any who, I can't say I was as wowed by it as the reviewers who praised it from Cannes and the New York Film Festival. Just as filmmaking, it seemed very sloppy: the camera is always moving and it's always in the wrong place, so you can never quite see anyone's face, except sometimes Willem Dafoe. (Apparently, it was shot with multiple cameras all recording at the same time.) For the most part, the camera just glides past pale, malnourished bodies illuminated by neon lights. Manolha Dargis, in a postcast from the New York Film Festival that I found on GreenCine, defends it from charges of misogyny by saying she likes to look at young, beautiful, naked women at the movies, but I didn't find the women in the film especially beautiful.
As storytelling and as comedy, this is uneven to say the least. There's one scene where a girl working in the club sells a script to a lecherous producer, which is an obvious idea to begin with, and it's not elevated at all by the clumsy execution. The bitchy Jewish landlord who wants to turn Dafoe's club into a Bed, Bath and Beyond fares somewhat better ("Bed, Bad and Beyond, motherf---rs!!!"), but apparently her character--who wears huge sunglasses and has just returned from a weekend in Bocha, natch--has nothing better to do on a Thursday night than hang around a strip club she wants to close down. It's a film that you remember as being better than it actually is, once you filter out of your memory all the stuff that doesn't really work--yet now that I think about it, it's hard to recall anything in the film that was especially great.