FITTINGLY, for a film about the fine art of choreographed clothes removal, Magic Mike is a work of layers.
Those who fall for its mis- marketed pitch as an American re- tooling of The Full Monty will be perfectly happy with what they see. ( And also, almost see.)
Plenty of minutes are chewed up by chunked- up hunks cheerily peeling off their garments with genial gusto.
So if you’ve an eye for the guy candy, you can happily go the gorge on Magic Mike.
However, if you’re prepared to go a little deeper, the real movie that is Magic Mike engages and fascinates beyond a strictly physical reaction.
In fact, I’d go as far as to say this is one of the most soulful and unaffected mainstream American dramas I’ve clocked in a long, long time.
That’s right. When the chips are down and the pants stay up Magic Mike is indeed a film that should and must be taken seriously. And it is being taken seriously that is the goal of the title character ( played flawlessly by Channing Tatum).
Though not quite a seasoned veteran of the stripping biz, Mike has been taking it off and raking it in long enough to know his use- by date is getting nearer.
If he’s still shaking his moneymaker for the ladies of Florida once he is 30, Mike is doomed to end up just like his boss.
Dallas ( Matthew McConaughey) runs Xquisite, the Tampa club where Mike is the star attraction, and is one of those beenthere- done- that dudes who does everything with the greatest of sleaze. Mike knows he wants out but the tricky part is turning his back on all that easy money.