It’s the famous co-ed shower scene from Starship Troopers.
Entertaining scene, but some of the laziest character development in the history of screenwriting. Guy walks into a shower and asks each person in turn why they joined the infantry.
If you have to do a gratuitous exposition scene, you may as well do it naked. This film DID follow the Scoopy Prime Directive: “If the R is for V, the tits are free.” If I were the messiah of screen nudity, director Paul Verhoeven would be one of my most dedicated disciples. He always abides by my rules.
I like Starship Troopers, and I dislike it. It’s a strange film which constantly gives off mixed signals. It’s a creature film. It’s making fun of creature films. It’s a stirring war film. It’s a parody of war propaganda. It’s a love poem to military fascism. It satirizes military fascism. I still can’t figure out whether is it pro- or anti-fascism. I don’t know whether I was supposed to deplore the fact that the human race has evolved into a mind-controlling fascist state, or be thankful for it, since that seems to be our only hope for survival as a species.
This must be a pretty good film, at least in the sense that both pro-military and anti-military viewers extol the fact that it championed their values. It has that in common with Patton, although Patton is a great film, while Starship Troopers is merely an entertainment confection.