[Editor’s Note: The following review comes from The Sword guest blogger Chelsea! Chelsea is a college student at SF State and The Sword’s new intern. Look for more reviews, news, and gossip from Chelsea all summer long on The Sword, and please be kind to her in the comments!]
Hey guys, Chelsea here! After like a zillion years of trailers, magazine covers, and then more trailers, the release of this summer’s most anticipated male stripper movie is upon us. That’s right, bitches! Channing Tatum’s beefy backside will be splashed across the big screen in movie theaters coast-to-coast when Magic Mike drops this Friday. But why wait till Friday to find out if this generation’s “male Showgirls” lives up to the hype? Your girl Chelsers attended a Magic Mike screening last night and I have an early review for you!
Let me begin by telling you that I LOVED Magic Mike, so if you’re just a hater looking to take pleasure in a negative review, this ain’t the place for you. For those of you who don’t know, Magic Mike is based on the true story of when Channing Tatum used to be a stripper, so keep that in mind as you watch the story unfold. It’s crazy to think that this all really happened to him! Hopefully the autobiographical aspect of the film will draw in a diverse audience and not just gals like myself; I really want everyone to see this movie! It’s that good. In a word, this movie really does have “something for everyone.”
For those of you only looking for eye candy, there’s plenty of it, believe me. The entire cast of hotties–including Channing Tatum, The Werewolf from True Blood, Matthew Bomer (or is it “Boner,” am I right??), Alan Pettyfur, and Matthew McCaughaney–all show their firm, glistening rear ends at least once, and pretty much all the guys fill out a thong really well, if you catch my drift. *wink* The strip show sequences are action-packed and fast-paced, and I almost felt as if I was there in the club with the screaming old cougar ladies, who all reminded me of my mom! (Mom, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry, but it’s true!)
If I had to pick my favorite male stripper badunkadunk though, it would have to be Channing Tatum’s. I am sorry, but was that man’s body inspired by Michael Angelo’s David, or what? It may have been that second Cosmo I had with my BFF Stacey who I met in the Marina for pre-drinks before the screening, but the sight of Channing’s jiggling butt cheeks almost made me pass out in the movie theater. (How embarrassing that would have been on my first official assignment as a reporter for The Sword…LOL!)
Butt seriously, for those of you who are looking for something other than just man flesh, there is MORE to Magic Mike than just g-strings and dollar bills. There is also STORY and SUBSTANCE. Without giving away too much of the plot, let me just say that there is a love story between the Channing Tatum character and a female character who questions Channing Tatum’s character’s career choice as a male stripper. This raises a lot of important questions about how far you’d go for love, how far we’ve come in gender role-reversal portrayals in the movies (normally we see women as the strippers and men pursuing them, not the other way around) and, most importantly, whether or not it’s immoral to be a male stripper. That’s a tall order for what’s supposed to be a fun summer popcorn movie about hunky guys (not that Magic Mike isn’t also about hunky guys), but somehow it all just works and flows together seamlessly.
Romance, sex, comedy, drama, and hot buns in thongs!! Magic Mike will touch your heart and make you feel like you’re being touched “down there” at the same time. It seems you really can have your beefcake and eat it, too!
Studio: Warner Bros.
Running Time: 110 minutes
Chelsea’s Grade: A