When I first heard about Magic Mike, I thought it’d either be about the sordid lifestyle of magicians, the obsession filipinos have with home karaoke systems or a (long awaited) sequel to Like Mike. Instead of those things, I get a movie about Channing Tatum stripping. This is the best worst.
From what I gathered, Channing Tatum makes a lot of money shaking his pee pee to music but is willing to trade the glitz and glamour of male stripping for the chance to settle with an average looking girl and design awful coffee tables. Still, until the last act where his turbine coffee table makes it to Sears, this movie is all about Channing Tatum taking his shirt off and dangling his wang bone with the likes of that werewolf guy from True Blood and that dude who said something funny once in Dazed and Confused.
This is the result of gender equality, by the way. I’m not saying that this is a bad thing or that equal pay isn’t an awesome thing and all … I’m just pointing it out. Magic Mike will “helicopter” its way into theaters June 29.
[via Apple]
