Two weeks ago I was in Fabulous Las Vegas celebrating my 30th birthday. My entourage and I went to see the Chippendales and Thunder from Down Under. It was just the half naked distraction I needed to take my mind off from turning the big 3-0.
Back home, I saw Channing Tatum’s biopic Magic Mike twice in one weekend. (It was really too hot to do much else besides sit in an air-conditioned movie theatre for 4 hours.) I picked up on some things that I missed the first time around, thanks to the movie-goers behind me who provided their own commentary throughout the film. I, on the other hand, had the courtesy to wait for after the movie to provide my own thoughts, or annoyances at the minute details:
In the first half of the day, Alex Pettyfer (the English actor I had never seen before) is sporting a beard, but by the break of dawn (combined with a fostered bond between him and Channing Tatum where he suggests the two be ”best friends”) he has less facial hair. How Adam, did you find the time for a trim between having your stripper cherry popped and getting fellated by a newly minted 21 year old? (Such charming dialogue posed by Channing: “How pregnant did you get that girl’s mouth last night?”). Someone on the production team dropped the ball with that little detail.
And another thing. He tells his sister Brooke that he won’t work at T-Mobile because he simply cannot take any job that would mandate him to wear a tie. Never mind the fact that he will later don a tie, and little else, in the “It’s Raining Men” number at the strip club being called upon as the new main man after Channing Tatum finally walks out after 6 years.
The actress who played Brooke was annoying. The camera was on her too much and I didn’t appreciate her sourpuss face while Channing was putting on his “performance”. And her laugh was obnoxious.
Is it just me, or did DJ Tobias look like Modern Family’s Manny in 30 years?
In the sequel, I would like to see more Channing Tatum and less of the other guys. Kevin Nash, I have never seen you before in my life, but if I see you at a strip club, I am walking out. Matt Bomer, I love you and all, but I just can’t shake the fact that you would rather be giving a dude a lap dance than a Tampa housewife.
All in all, it was more than just a stripper movie. It was about the seedy underbelly of stripping with the ready drugs and the ready sex. It was about the struggle to follow dreams in a tough economy. It was about comraderie and family bonds. It was about Channing Tatum’s ass in the first five minutes of the film, definitely worth $7.50…times 2.
It’s forecasted to be 100 degrees this weekend. I’ve got plans to sit in a cool movie theatre for 4 hours watching the documentary “Magic Mike”. Yes, that means I’m going twice. When it comes to Channing Tatum, once is never enough.
If I looked like Channing Tatum, I’d want to be a stripper too!