Back in 2012, when word spread that a Channing Tatum stripper movie was coming out, people ran to theaters expecting two-ish hours of hot, sweaty, but most importantly, lighthearted fantasy. What they got was a Steven Soderbergh movie obsessed with the seedy and degrading details of using one’s body for money.
Despite Magic Mike being super depressing for a movie featuring Tatum humping a stage to the tune of Ginuwine’s “Pony,” it was still a big enough hit to warrant a sequel. Magic Mike XXL is what everyone expected its predecessor to be, and it is above all a crowdpleaser.
More specifically, this movie is all about female pleasure. The movie is without question the story of Tatum and his stripper buds, but XXL knows who its main fanbase is.
The plot of Magic Mike XXL is patently ridiculous — the boys drag Mike out of his furniture studio for one last thong-filled excursion — and really, the plot is not what matters here. This movie wants to be nothing more than a fun and sexy diversion, and in that it succeeds admirably. I mean, when two of the main characters are named Big Dick Richie and Tarzan, you need a film that matches the expectations those names set.
Freed of lofty aspirations, the movie buzzes along at about the same laid-back pace as its heroes’ journey to a stripper convention in Myrtle Beach. The gang makes some memorable stops along the way at a convenience store, a southern mansion populated with middle-aged divorcees and their daughters, and a cross between a nightclub and an organized orgy ran by Jada Pinkett Smith. It’s at these locations that XXL’s mission is clear: this one’s for the ladies.
At the gas station, Joe Manganiello as the aforementioned “Big Dick” puts on a bottled water and Cheetos-filled show just to make the girl behind the counter smile. He does considerably more than that for Andie MacDowell at the wine-soaked mansion, while Matt Bomer reminds her unhappily married friend that she deserves to have sex with the lights on. And Smith’s business is basically a fantasy come to life, each dimly-lit room featuring one gorgeous man after another dancing and singing to the women’s content.
Smith is a standout in a cast full of beefcake, and she clearly relishes running the show. Her stint as emcee for the “male entertainers” is a lesson in suggestive line readings, and the guys wouldn’t even be eligible to perform without her. As a bonus, she brings Donald Glover and Stephen “Twitch” Boss of So You Think You Can Dance fame to the convention with her. (You get the impression that Boss was cast in part so Tatum could have someone to dance with.)
The convention performance is the perfect way to end the movie. Every guy gets a chance to shine, and it’s almost adorable at how thrilled they are to each have a showcase. It really is one of the happiest, most positive movies about sex and sexuality I’ve ever seen. Magic Mike XXL is the perfect summer blockbuster: shallow on the surface, but fun and funny with plenty of eye candy and a sneaky theme of female empowerment.