Film Review: Magic Mike

The way it was marketed to potential movie goers, you’d think that Magic Mike was a raunchy, fun and wild film that was merely an excuse for women to see hunky, somewhat overly muscular movie stars writhe like they were in an R&B music video. While it certainly does provide that excuse for women (and surely plenty of men) that are into ahem that sort of thing, Magic Mike is not terribly raunchy, fun or wild.

Magic Mike serves as a sort of coming of age film. 19-year old Adam (Alex Pettyfer) gets pulled into the world of male stripping after befriending Mike (Channing Tatum), the lead guy in the male revue who is constantly hustling on the side — working a variety of jobs to make enough to start his dream furniture design business. What starts off seeming like a good time and easy money quickly as well as access to plenty of eager girls, quickly becomes dark and depressing. Mike pursues Alex’s sister romantically while Alex gets himself involved in dealing drugs.

Needless to say, the film isn’t without its problems. The dialog tries far too hard to sound realistic and ends up coming off amateur. The stripping scenes last a little too long and they try a little too hard to make them seem artistic. In one scene, one of the strippers (Joe Manganiello) is seen out of focus and at the bottom of the frame with his penis in a pump while, in focus, a serious conversation takes place. Similarly ridiculous is Matthew McConaughey’s portrayal as Dallas, the owner of the male revue; he plays the roll as over the top and campy. In the end, Magic Mike tries too hard to be too many things. It’s not fun, it’s not serious but it is overly dramatic.

Corinne

In a previous life, Corinne ran a music website. After going strong for a decade, the site went on a hiatus. Consider her the antiTastemaker.