While the rest of you guys are living it up at Comic-Con and I’m totally not wallowing in self-pity and jealousy, let’s talk about Magic Mike and why everyone should go see it.
Four good reasons, right there.
When I first heard that Channing Tatum was going to make a movie (loosely) based on his time as a male stripper, I thought someone was messing with me. Then I heard Matt Bomer was going to be in it — what — alongside Joe Manganiello — WHAT — and the movie was going to be directed by Stephen Soderbergh — EXCUSE ME?! — and by that point I realized that it had to be real, because not even in my wildest fantasies could I have imagined something like this.
Fast forward almost a year later, and Magic Mike is finally here. And guess what? It’s not just a stripper movie, it’s a critically acclaimed stripper movie.
Trailers tend to be a little misleading from time to time, but I walked into the theater expecting to see a very different film from the one I ended up watching. The movie was promoted as a fun, sexy summer flick with a lot of skin and raunchy humor. It definitely has all of that, but much like tearaway clothing, Magic Mike has some hidden layers.
