Magic Mike: My Half-Assed Review

Of course I had to see Magic Mike.

My boyfriend wasn’t too into it. He’s a good sport, though, so he took one for the team when another couple whom we’re good friends wanted to go as well. But the boyfriend wanted to have a few drinks before we dragged him to the theatre. He received no arguments from me.

We met our friends at an excellent little Italian bistro and had a few drinks. Then we had a few more. After that, just because the movie was not going to start for another hour, we all had another. And then a round of vodka/sodas at the theatre. Needless to say, we were a tad beyond tipsy when we arrived just in time for the Magic Mike to start.

The theatre was not too crowded, which was excellent because one half of the couple we were with is a huge Channing Tatum fan and he had no issues with hooting and whooping every time the actor took off his shirt. Like me, his boyfriend was much more into Adam Rodriguez but we decided to be good sports and joined in with a few “woos”. Normally I hate people who add their own commentary in a theatre  but Magic Mike wasn’t a real movie so the cheers only added to the fun. Other people in the movie joined in with us, except one girl who told my friend to shut up so I called her a bitch. She put up with our enthusiasm in sullen silence for the rest of the film.

Anyway, on to the movie.

Magic Mike was entertaining and fun. The conversational style / character interaction reminded me of  a Seth Rogen and Jonah Hill  type film. It is difficult for me to describe, other than every time I see a movie like this I always wonder if the writers just wrote the gist of a script and told the actors to go ahead and ad-lib the rest.  Unfortunately I don’t think the characters in this movie were clever enough to pull that off.

I mentioned above that Magic Mike wasn’t a real movie. It’s only real downfall was that there was a half-ass effort towards the end to make it feel like one. I mean, the audience knows why we’re there. We’ve owned up to it and we’re barely embarrassed about it. We don’t need anything other than a slight semblance of a plot to string together the eye candy and crass jokes. Why fuck up a good thing by trying to add some drama to it?

Anyway, just for you, I asked my very drunk friends to offer up a one-sentence thought about the movie. Here is what I have to report back to you:

Friend One: Why the fuck didn’t we get to see any penises?

Friend Two: This movie would’ve been so much better if they just gave us more Adam Rodriguez.

Boyfriend: I realize this movie is made for female and gay audiences but they could have put some effort into finding a hot female lead.

At this point, the boyfriend and I got into a mini argument because I told him Cody Horn is pretty in her own way, to which he answered, in her own way is code for homely, and then I accused him of putting words in mouth, blah, blah, blah.

Anyhoo.

Friend’s comments and the tiny tiff aside, I would say anyone who is in the mood for a little mindless fun should gather up some girlfriends and go see Magic Mike. If nothing else, the laugh you will get from the penis pump will make it well worth it.

Image credit and link to a much more articulate/insightful review of Magic Mike.