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Magic Mike (2012)

Directed by Steven Soderbergh
Starring Channing Tatum, Matthew McConaughey, Alex Pettyfur, Olivia Munn, and Cody Horn

by Tim Rousseau
Guest Blogger

I did it. I watched it. The film that is single-handedly bringing "girls night out" back into fashion and will probably put CHIPPENDALE'S back into business. I did it. The film that has garnered groans and eye-rolls to rival a field trip full of teenagers. I watched it. The film that has made all men skulk around it, sniffing and growling like a pack of wolves frightened but defiant of a searing bonfire filled with man-ass and McConaughey. I DID IT, ladies. I WATCHED IT, men. I LIKED IT...yes. Yes I did. Give it up.  It's MAGIC MIKE!

 Mr. Magic, played by Channing Tatum, is a regular guy at heart. Ambitious, he's a man who works hard.   He owns his own auto detailing company, makes custom furniture, and works construction where he meets Adam (Alex Pettyfer). Adam is the opposite of Mike, no ambition and no clue. Mike takes him under his wing and shows him another way he makes his money; the wild world of male revue exotic dancing. At first, it's strange but Adam is drawn like a naked moth to a thong...flame. His six pack abs bring in the easy money so he becomes part of the crew lead by" alright alright alright" McConaughey who is the owner of the club. Mike and Adam dance, drink and screw groupies freely until Adam needs a drunken lift back home to where he's couch crashing with his straight-laced sister, Brooke (Cody Horn).

Brooke is not happy about her brother taking his clothes off for money. Almost as a dare Magic invites her to come down to the club to catch a show. She shows up and sees her brother and still doesn't get it, or like it. Then Mike takes the stage. He's a performer, his dance transcends the lustful cougars and coeds shouting and undulating around the main stage. Like an estrogen fueled room of pentecostals filling themselves with the holy spirit Mike tempts them and asks them to handle the snake. Brooke watches, she's aroused but, she's also moved in a way that makes her look away. They begin to connect (not in a montage of scenes involving ice cream cones and tandem bicycles). She likes him and is wary of him. He's Magic Mike after all. His lifestyle still involves sweating, dry humping strange women, and binge drinking till dawn. This is just one conflict that our greased up hero has to contend. McConaughey wants to move the revue down to Miami where the money and hungry housewives make them in even greater demand. Mike is owed a piece of the equity, will he get what he wants?  Will he be able to protect Adam from the drugs and dangerous women surrounding him? Is there room for someone like Brooke in his life? Does Brooke even believe in him?

Magic Mike is a mirror of the modern man. Laugh out loud and then I will finish...Ok then. He's a worker, he's a dreamer. He has passions in his life that grows beyond his nocturnal adventures. He's a man apart. His onstage persona as an enraptured Adonis leaves him lonely and abused by the women around him. He is controlled by them.   First, the female bank manager who refuses to give him a loan to start his furniture business. Second, the college groupie whose only knowledge is of the carnal despite Mike's delusion of something deeper. Even Brooke, the only presence of honesty and reality in his life can't pretend that his plans for the future have any chance of coming to fruition. The only time he is able to take hold of the reins is when he hits that stage and unleashes his frustration on those gathered masses of cosmopolitans and lip gloss. His performance is his release. He is a prisoner of his own ambition yet he lacks any true source of love.

This is really good film. There are many reasons for this and one word to sum it all up is, SODERBERGH.   Steven Soderbergh, the film's director, has taken to the helm with his penchant for naturalistic performance, clean, concise camera work and sepia tinted summer days to create the world of our main character.  Perhaps  he is the real, Mr. Magic.

Magic Mike is movie that is very funny and very genuine and very satisfying. I cannot make the husbands and boyfriends of the world go and see this movie, but I think they would be surprised if they did. I know I was. It's no big deal though, just let her go and make it a "ladies night." Although, don't be surprised if that night devolves into something more. She may end up downtown, looking for a little bit of magic.

FORCE THE BOYFRIEND:  7 out of 10 (They'll like but may not admit it)

Beer Pairing Recommendation 
What could be better to pair Magic Mike with than the Michelob Ultra 
Pom Rasberry.  It is magical and light on calories and has a refreshing taste.  What
Chippendale dancer or gym rat wouldn't want some to keep trim
Read more about Magic Mike on IMDB   


Sex and the City 2 (2010)



Directed by Michael Patrick King

Starring Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Cynthia Nixon, and Kristin Davis

Sex and Cities are back! It’s “Sex and the City 2”. SATC 2. Yeah, baby!

If you think I’m excited about this…you’re wrong. I only made it 20 minutes into the first one before I had to shut it off (see SATC: The Movie – the first twenty minutes). In an effort to make something fresh that has lived through a long, drawn out series and two movies I decided:

To write my review in “real time” as I watch it. So here it goes…

In New York…blah blah blah…it’s New York. What are those shoes? They’re Loub’s (Thanks Tiffany). Apparently there’s going to be a “gay” wedding. Apparently, I should stop calling it a “gay” wedding. Ok, now it’s ok to call it a “gay” wedding. (Thanks, Carrie). Swan, “gay” things, Liza Minelli…if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. Surrogate service? Wtf! Ah, it sets up Carrie to need to have a baby.

This wedding scene is way, way too long. Ahh, dog humping…now that is funny.

Apparently, the nanny should wear a bra. It should be a law. The “Jude Law”. Ah, this sets up Erin’s worry about her husband wanting to sleep with the nanny.

Why can’t Mr. Big kick back and throw his feet up?

Now, Marinda quits her job and “makes” it to her son’s science fair. He wins and she “makes” it. She never “makes” it.

Samantha is rubbing some sort of cream on her hoo haw to “freshen up”. Now, she is invited by some dude with abs to a red carpet event. Now, she has to go. She’s pulling up her panties to get to the lunch date.

At this point, I questioning or not whether this movie is actually evil. Why? Because, these women live in NYC. And, women (including young girls) are watching this and thinking that they have to be “fabulous”, or “whatever” even though they live in the Midwest, or New England, or…

Why can’t Mr. Big install a big screen TV for their anniversary because it represented a nice time they have together? She got him a vintage Rolex and he got her a TV because he wanted to spend time with her. I’m going with Mr. Big on this one.

JAY Z is rapping again…I like this part…This leads to Miley Cyrus at the premiere. Oh crap, her and Samantha are wearing the same dress. Oh snap, girls unite!

Carrie and Mr. Big are fighting about the TV again.> Cuisine Art paid some money for an extreme close-up of their new state-of-the-art coffee maker.> Carrie’s at her old apartment so she can knock out some magazine articles.

Girls Lunch! This sets up the girls to go to Abu Dhabi. I mean Samantha went to all those birthday parties for Erin. Ring, Ring…who is that…Mr. Big…in a limo…a limo…omg…they missed each other. And, the TV stayed “off” the entire night. The End.

Wait, this movie is still going….Mr. Big and Carrie are talking again about their marriage…gag me. Seriously, gag me so I pass out and can’t watch the rest of this. More marriage talk…the closet, the bathroom, the breakfast table. “Carrie, we are adults without children. We have the luxury to design our life.” Good one.

Sidenote: Skip ahead to the scene where they fly to Abu Dhabi and take a look at Carrie’s hat. If you women, think that hat is fashionable then I am allowed to wear whatever I want until the end of time because that hat is the most hideous thing I have ever seen in my life. It looks like some creature landed on her head and died, birthed something, and then that something died…and then sat on her head.

At this point, I don’t know if I can write anymore. I mean…I’m going brain dead. I don’t have much more to say about this…culturally, culturally, or…culturally. I see why women love this series. It’s glitz, it’s glamour, it’s Abu Dhabi! I’ll let them have it. I just want to watch the rest of this without have to think about what I’m actually seeing.

I selected a beer that I thought was appropriate. It is Michelob Ultra- Pomegranate Raspberry. It tastes like juice and I don’t think it has any alcohol in it. It’s light and crispy. But, I don’t really consider it a beer. Nuff said.



* Throughout the entire movie I thought that Charlotte's name was actually Erin. Shows you how much I know about Sex and Cities.

FORCE THE BOYFRIEND:
1 out of 10 (1 mean he'll hate it, 10 means he'll love it) - Find a girlfriend to watch this one with and everyone will thank you for it :)

Watch if you liked...anything else regarding Sex and the City.

Chick Flick: unrateable
DVD: unrateable
Beer: 1 manly high fives (out of 5)