I’m back from seeing Magic Mike. Hyped as practically a soft core porn, it delivered in buff butt cheeks and washboard abs. In storyline? Eh, though I can’t say I’m surprised. This average gal says make it a girls night (which I did), indulge in some popcorn and take it for what it is. Or, just sit on your couch and watch Bridesmaids On Demand, or catch a good flick on e! You’ll be equally as happy.
I couldn’t believe the packed crowd at 5 pm on a sunny Sunday. Mobs of women from 20-somethings to those easily in their 60s went (along with a few good men who probably owned their woman one!). Starring (a delicious) Channing Tatum and (a greased-up) Matthew McConaughey, the film is directed by Steven Soderbergh and is inspired by Tatum’s real life as a stripper in the 1990s in Tampa, Fla. It tells the story of Tatum mentoring a young guy, dubbed “the kid,” who gets tossed onto the stage for the first time and what feels like a minute later, is shopping for a stars and stripes thong for the 4th of July.
One of the highlights? Tatum’s insanely smooth dance moves. Man, I could have just watched that all day as his muscles practically lashed out at me from the big screen. I felt a connection with his character’s good heart as he cares for The Kid and loved Olivia Munn’s portrayal of Magic Mike’s go-to, late-night call (and also a psychology student). The major miss? The Kid’s sister who is left on screen all too long with bland facial expressions that hinders the movie from creating more of an emotional connection.
Verdict? Go if you have nothing better to do but TAGG suggests avoid the hype, and seeing this in the theatres. It will be On Demand soon enough.
