Magic Mike [Blu-ray]
ďFinally, a raunchy movie featuring hot men taking off their clothes just for us!Ē said every woman in America when news of Magic Mike hit the world. Unfortunately, this movie doesnít fully fulfill those requirements. Itís a total tease, but in the worst sort of way. Itís not even great foreplay.
Now, before anyone says, ďYou missed the whole point of the movie, dude,Ē letís just stop for a second. Fact: This movie isnít just a film about hot men like Channing Tatum and that werewolf from True Bloodtaking off their clothes (Iím perfectly comfortable with my sexuality and I donít mind that). Itís an actual movie-- not just Showgirls for the ladies. That said, Magic Mike is not enough of a ďmovieĒ movie for me to grant it anything better than average to slightly above status. Please donít claim reverse sexism on me, as I watched this movie with my wife, and she also thought it was pretty boring.
Even worse than Showgirls, the ladies donít even get their moneyís worth out of it. Not once do we get a shot of Channing Tatumís bare dongo flopping up and down. Not that Iíd want to get a shot of that in the first place, but fair is fair, right? If I can watch a sci-fi movie (Not even a porno) like Total Recall and see some broad with three tits, youíre saying we canít even get full-frontal in a movie about male stripping? Whatís up with that, Hollywood? Whatís up with that?
Thatís the least of my problems (I canít believe Iím saying thatís a problem) with this film. My biggest problem is that the plot is paper-thin. Basically, the movieís about a male stripper who wants to be so much more than just a slab of jiggling meat. That male stripper is Channing Tatum, and weíre taken on an adventure of stripping, talking about making furniture, more stripping, and then, finding inner peace. Believe me, Iíve made it sound much deeper than it is.
My major concern with the flick is that thereís just too much dancing in it and not enough story. The whole movie is broken up like that. We get to see Mr. Tatum take a youngster underneath his wing and introduce him to the world of stripping, and then, we get to actually see some stripping. We then see Tatum try to hook up with the youngsterís sister, and then, we get to see some more stripping. Granted, this is a movie about male strippers, but donít tell me it has a good story when it doesnít. It seems like it has more dancing in it than anything else. And again, please donít pin any male sexism stuff on me. My wife thought it was pretty lackluster, too. We both just wanted something more.
That said, Channing Tatum and Matthew McConaughey have a lot of charisma and really sell their roles. All the while, Kevin Nash (Dieseeel!) stands around like a big lug in the back while everybody else is dancing their ass off. Itís hilarious. I couldnít keep my eyes off of him. But all in all, thereís just not enough going on here for me to give this an enthusiastic thumbs up. The characters try really hard, but ultimately, director Steven Soderbergh fails to make anything memorable. Heís usually like that as a director. He makes masterpieces like Traffic and Sex, Lies, and Videotape, and then, he makes garbage like Oceanís Twelve, and Contagion. Magic Mike isnít garbage, but itís not magical, either. Itís just okay. It's nothing special.
Even less magical than the movie itself is the special features. There are only three here, and none of them are really worth a g-string full of Washingtonís. ďExtended Dance Scenes,Ē actually features some pretty hot and heavy dance routines, and Iím shocked that they werenít included in the film and were instead exchanged for much less explicit moments. In one key dance number, Joe Manganiello, is seen humping a table as if it were his last day on earth. Itís inspiring. In another moment, another dancer is giving it his all, flipping all over the place and pulling off his pants with such gusto that itís hard to understand why it wasnít in the film. What happened here?
ďDance Play Mode,Ē is pretty much all of the dance sequences in the movie played back to back--as if there wasnít already too much dancing in this movie to begin with. ďBackstage on Magic Mike,Ē features the cast and crew talking about how liberating--and yet scary--it was for most of the non-dancers to start taking off their clothes. Channing Tatum is all like, it ainít no thang, since he had a small stint as a stripper in real life, which this movie is loosely based on, but everybody else looks like they didnít know what they were getting into with this film. Itís pretty funny.
Thatís about it. Iím not really sure what else I would have wanted to see in the special features department with this film, but, like the movie itself, I just wanted something with more substance. Maybe a work-out video on how to get Matthew McConaugheyís abs. My 8-Minute Abs VHS is actually broken and I need something like that. That might have actually been helpful. Otherwise, these special features are a dud. Donít be lured, ladies. Itís a trap!
Reviewed By: Rich Knight