Channing Tatum and his merry band of male strippers are back for more sweaty fun.
|"Dude. Where'd Matt go? This sucks."|
Even though these films are geared towards women, the brotherhood shared between the characters is something that can appeal to a male audience. Sadly, with Magic Mike XXL, the chemistry doesn't feel as fresh and the barrage of "I'm not a piece of meat. I'm human" moments get too far out of hand, making the story uninteresting and the characters stagnant. Yes, there are plenty of funny scenes that will have audience members laughing (especially the female demographic), but this movie is overlong, too self aware, and often times notoriously uncomfortable. With ungodly master of ceremony monologues from Jada Pinkett Smith and a ridiculously uninspired performance from Amber Heard, Magic Mike XXL is a far cry from Soderbergh's original film.
|"Anyone seen my lotion?"|
Lacking the magic of Soderbergh and numerous key players, this Magic Mike movie is one dry hump short of an absolute bomb. If you're really into naked dudes jamming their crotches in women's faces, you might enjoy the two dance sequences that take place. Other than that, this movie is a Redbox rental that you might feel comfortable watching with your grandmother. So long, Magic Mike. No more sequels are necessary. We've seen it all. No pun intended.
Alright, I gotta go work on my abs.
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