Back to water-soaked gentlemen this Wednesday. I know, control your disappointment.
I recently went to the cinematic equivalent of an E.L. James book, the must-see movie of the year for middle-aged women who write romance novels – Magic Mike. And, to sum up the movie’s plot, direction, and cinematography:
Meh.
It wasn’t a great movie. Part of the time I was thinking “I’ve seen this before” – then I realized it was basically Burlesque on testosterone. Part of the time, I was thinking “How long before Channing Tatum dances again?”. The rest of the time, was was thinking, “Mr. McConnaughey, meet shampoo. Shampoo, this is Matthew .”
So, no. Not a great movie. Sense & Sensibility and The King’s Speech need not fear the loss of my affections.
But (spoiler alert), I will share with you the best thing about Magic Mike:
I just saved you 9 bucks. Make your own popcorn.
Filed under: Wets-day Tagged: | Channing Tatum, Magic Mike, Matthew McConnaughey
You are so wise… But it’s the hype. Like Fifty Shades–draws ‘em like a magnet.
hhmmmm that soap and water for the arrogant one sounds like something I’d say! LOL!