Magic Mike XXL
This movie is absolute nonsense
on stilts. A bunch of male strippers do
a road-trip to the Mecca of male strippers – which is actually not the worst
idea in the world for a movie about male strippers – but they ruin it with awkward dialogue, too much spiritual wank, and what I think
is meant to be a sub-text of feminism, but boils down to the fact that every
problem can be solved by getting a lap-dance.
My favourite part was when Childish Gambino (Donald Glover) advertises
his new album to the strippers while he drives them to their hotel from the brothel where he works
sings. In a movie franchise
about male strippers, there’s a distinct lack of stripping, and
as a result, the final act plays out like a bad X-Factor audition.
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