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Wesley Morris Does it Again! Magic Mike XXL Edition
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Hardcore Husky's favorite movie critic strikes again, as he reviews his favorite new movie Magic Mike XXL:
http://grantland.com/hollywood-prospectus/hump-day-the-utterly-omg-magic-mike-xxl/
"There we all were the other night, laughing and clapping and whooping it up at Magic Mike XXL, a movie whose plot can fit on a Post-it. Five of the exotic dancers from Steven Soderbergh’s 2012 hit, Magic Mike, make their way from Tampa to Myrtle Beach for some sort of stripper convention. It is, they promise, their last dance. But what’s great about this movie — and it is great in its ridiculous way — is how it sustains a balance of hilarity and eroticism. The nor’easters of cash are funny. The screaming and gaping and cracking up that the female clientele do in this movie are funny. So are the lengths the men will go to induce the screaming and gaping — and in one nutty sequence set at a gas-station minimart, just to win a smile. But as I sat there laughing, I realized I wasn’t only entertained. I was moved and exhilarated. Not since the days of peak Travolta and Dirty Dancing has a film so perfectly nailed something essential about movie lust: Male vulnerability is hot, particularly when the man is dancing with and therefore for a woman. It aligns the entire audience with the complex prerogatives of female desire."
I was crying with laughter and haven't read anymore. He must be trolling this board with an intro like that.
http://grantland.com/hollywood-prospectus/hump-day-the-utterly-omg-magic-mike-xxl/
"There we all were the other night, laughing and clapping and whooping it up at Magic Mike XXL, a movie whose plot can fit on a Post-it. Five of the exotic dancers from Steven Soderbergh’s 2012 hit, Magic Mike, make their way from Tampa to Myrtle Beach for some sort of stripper convention. It is, they promise, their last dance. But what’s great about this movie — and it is great in its ridiculous way — is how it sustains a balance of hilarity and eroticism. The nor’easters of cash are funny. The screaming and gaping and cracking up that the female clientele do in this movie are funny. So are the lengths the men will go to induce the screaming and gaping — and in one nutty sequence set at a gas-station minimart, just to win a smile. But as I sat there laughing, I realized I wasn’t only entertained. I was moved and exhilarated. Not since the days of peak Travolta and Dirty Dancing has a film so perfectly nailed something essential about movie lust: Male vulnerability is hot, particularly when the man is dancing with and therefore for a woman. It aligns the entire audience with the complex prerogatives of female desire."
I was crying with laughter and haven't read anymore. He must be trolling this board with an intro like that.
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