Back in 2012, when word spread that a Channing Tatum stripper movie was coming out, people ran to theaters expecting two-ish hours of hot, sweaty, but most importantly, lighthearted fantasy. What they got was a Steven Soderbergh movie obsessed with the seedy and degrading details of using one’s body for money.
Despite Magic Mike being super depressing for a movie featuring Tatum humping a stage to the tune of Ginuwine’s “Pony,” it was still a big enough hit to warrant a sequel. Magic Mike XXL is what everyone expected its predecessor to be, and it is above all a crowdpleaser.
More specifically, this movie is all about female pleasure. The movie is without question the story of Tatum and his stripper buds, but XXL knows who its main fanbase is.
The plot of Magic Mike XXL is patently ridiculous — the boys drag Mike out…
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