Magic Mike

Unless you live under a rock you have heard of the awe inspiring cinematic summer masterpiece, Magic Mike, that has left women nationwide slack jawed and wanting more. Okay, well maybe that is not all completely accurate, but the latter holds true to viewers everywhere.  Although the male performances were spot on, the characters' personal stories left much to be desired and frankly the choppy cut of the film was annoying and disruptive to the flat plot-line.  This film's saving grace came in the form of man candy, and lots of it. Meaty men in skimpy thongs turned the silver screen into a private viewing of what women will do behind closed doors, and without their average male counterparts watching.  It might not have been pretty, but it sure as hell was entertaining, and what woman doesn't love a man in uniform (especially if it was made to rip apart at the seams?) Channing Tatum was in his element as the title dancer and the all-around good guy as usual, but it was Matthew McConaughey that found true bliss in the role of Dallas that was written for his overly arrogant yet stunningly sexy southern personality.  Somewhere in the shuffle of dancing, drugs, and alcohol Alex Pettyfer's Adam got lost due to his lack of on stage presence and a disappointing cutoff to his storyline, but the blame can't all be in his performance or lack thereof. Magic Mike also should have been the breakout role for Cody Horn, Tatum's cinematic other half, but her acting skills are limited and proved sub par.  It might not come as a surprise that she is the daughter of Warner Bros. exec Alan F. Horn.  In the end the film is an experience in and of itself because it went places unknown to the average moviegoer, but ladies be warned: this will not fulfill your need for a romance, only the need for some raw, unadulterated, truly magical fantasy.