Magic Mike XXl Is A Good Time Just Hanging Out, With Overly Hunky Male Entertainers

One of the best things about reviewing movies here for you, K-101.7 Faithful, is being surprised by a movie you didn't have much hope for. Aaaand, for the most part, barring three or four unnecessary characters and a couple of overly mannered performances, that was the case with Magic Mike XXL. Dave And Tan left the ficus behind and hit the road to see it! (By the way, Magic Ficus would be a totally awesome stripper name). Read On!

I mean, yeah. I saw the first magic Mike film sitting between two ladies who were really really into the movie. Except maybe the boring plotty bits. So, what to do with a  sequel? Get rid of the seven or eight plot knots tying up the momentum of the first one, turn the stripping bits into something akin to the singing bits of an old musical and in between just have the guys hanging around, chatting and stuff. Cha-ching, it's an old school talky Altman movie starring hunks of man candy with no discernible tension or plot or stakes or bad guys or anything to get in the way. That guy from Community shows up to be skinny, wear a stupid hat and read slam poetry, Will Smith's wife thinks she's Debbie Allen in Fame and her bits slows thing to a crawl (here's a character who wasn't in the first movie that Tatum's had a relationship with before the first movie so let's spend thirty-five minutes watching them reconcile which actually means let's watch Mrs Will Smith overact while Tatums bides his time waiting to rip his kitt off) but who cares? See this movie with as many screaming women as possible and you'll have a great time. Also the girl in the bikini running around in a football helmet for no reason was a very seventies detail, as was the opening red on white Warner Brothers logo, and I dug that, man.

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