Here’s the weird thing about Magic Mike. At the showing I went to, the most rambunctious members of the audience looked pretty much like this. Which means they were old enough to be Matthew McConaughey’s aunts and probably old enough to be the young buck’s grandmas. My editor assigned me this gig in the spirit of “equal opportunity ogling,” but the demographic still gave me the willies, you’ll forgive the expression.
While I am not quite old enough to be a Golden Girl, I am old enough to have had this poster hanging semi-ironically on my wall in 1980. Which is to say, I like hairy chests, and I cannot lie. So the appeal of the shaven, oiled-down, shiny look of the strippers in this film baffles me.
I still enjoyed it. Chest hair or no, Channing Tatum can act and is way easy on the eyes. The guys’ costumes were hilarious, the dance routines were over-the-top, and I’m planning to download the entire eclectic soundtrack. I’m creeped out by Matthew McConaughey in an Uncle Sam hat and I cannot lie about that, either.
Reid Carolin’s story had some very sweet moments. I thought this girl was great as the young buck’s protective sister, and I hope she’ll be in more things. Apparently she appeared in some of those James Spader episodes of The Office, which were not my favorites and also can’t be lied about.
There were serious loose ends left loose at the end, so all the moms in the audience left the theater concerned about the young buck’s future. But this just in! We’ll sleep better tonight.
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