I have been counting down the days until I could finally rest my eyes upon the deliciousness that is the Magic Mike sequel, and despite being COMPLETELY devoid of plot it was well worth all $23.94. (Apparently movies are $3 cheaper down the shore, woo!)
Everyone knew it would be hard to capture the magic — hah — of the first movie, especially with Matthew McConaughey now much too serious an actor to participate in such frivolity, but loyal fans such as myself do not give one hoot. Why?
Yea. Basically, Channing Tatum’s character Mike is living his life-long dream of owning a custom furniture company, but it’s not going quite as well as he’d hoped. His old stripper pals ask him to join them on the road to the annual Myrtle Beach Stripper Convention (which I don’t think is a real thing?), and after some initial reluctance he agrees and embarks on the road trip of a (stripper’s) lifetime.
What I liked: Channing. Effing. Tatum. Seriously, there’s nothing hotter than him dancing. And him dancing with Twitch, one of my all-time favorite SYTYCD dancers? It was almost too much for me to handle. Almost. (My fiance, who VOLUNTARILY saw this movie with me because of how much he enjoys the first one, kindly pointed out that Channing is just as good a dancer as Twitch, and his movements actually seem more natural than Twitch’s. Whatever you say, dear, as long as I can drool over both of them.) My favorite moment, besides the Channing/Twitch routine, is when Channing is working on said custom furniture and Pony comes on the radio, and he just can’t help but jump into a sexy dance routine in his workshop. OBVIOUSLY THAT WOULD AND SHOULD ALWAYS, ALWAYS HAPPEN WHEN YOU ARE CHANNING TATUM! ALWAYS! (Also, I think Channing Tatum now basically owns that song.)
What I didn’t like: I don’t know if I DIDN’T like this, but I was a bit taken aback by the increase in sexuality in this movie as opposed to the last one. Yes, obviously, they are strippers, so, you know, lots of sexualness. But the scenes with them dancing in Jada Pinkett Smith‘s Savannah brothel (really no other word for it) and at the convention are basically porn with clothes on! Also, since the plot (or lack thereof) of this movie centers around the convention and each individual male entertainer’s talents/interests, I was left wanting a whole lot more group routines. I say this about SYTYCD too — the effect of dancing gets kind of lost with solos, and that also applies to male stripping. The effect was not lost, however, in Channing and Twitch’s routine. Oh my god.
So, is this a GOOD movie? No. Should everyone see it anyway? Yes. Speaking of dancing, everyone tune into this here blog on Tuesday, July 14 for the first official post of SYTYCD Season 12!