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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   


NORA EPHRON REMEMBERED - CHICK FLICKS AND BEER REBORN


It was 4 am.  I was awakened by a call from The Roose.

“What are you doing,” he asked.

“About what?”

“Nora Ephron has passed away.  You should do something about it.”

“Like what?”

“You are the creator of Chick Flicks and Beer, are you not,” he questioned.

“Chick Flicks and Beer is over.”

“Why?  Why is it over?”

“It’s over because it’s 4 am.  It’s over because Hollywood, the industry, the biz, all refuse to make a quality
chick flick.  They have no respect for romance, or romantic comedy.”

“So you quit?”

“I’m burned out.  Besides, who cares about chick flicks?”

“Who cares?  Who cares?  What about Nora Ephron?  Her movies were great?  Did you not go see You’ve Got Mail (1998) with  a friend after you were both stood up on a date?  Two single, viral males enjoying the bliss of a Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks reunion?”

“Yeah, but-”

There is not but,” he interrupted, “there only is.  Now, get up and get going on Chick Flicks and Beer!  Nora Ephron is the entire reason for a blog about chick flicks.  Her films are the best!”

“They are great, but-”

“No, buts!  I’m going to write a piece about Nora Ephron.  You work on the blog!”

I sat up on the bed.  The Roose was right.  I was time to write!   Nora Ephron is the reason to have a blog about Chick Flicks and Beer.  Right, there, at 4 am, Chick Flicks and Beer was reborn!



NORA EPHRON, A REQUIEM: WHEN HARRY AND SALLY LAMENTED by Tim Rousseau (aka The Roose)

     I don't want to say it's difficult to write about this subject. It's not. This vehicle, she runs on levity and anything less...or more, may seem like we've lost our thread. Fair enough but today we've lost someone very important not only as a great purveyor of the CHIFLI (short for chick flick), but an educator to those of us who study the art of storytelling.

     Nora Ephron may not be a name you know well but her work is iconic to say the very least. When Harry Met Sally (1989) is probably the first romantic comedy I can remember seeing. Two neurotic New Yorkers talking through the years about life and love. It's a film that, in my mind, redefined the genre while paying homage to its predecessors. The dialogue was quick and self-centered. The idea of the "transitional" or rebound person was introduced along with the very honest question: can men and women truly be friends? Her use of pop culture references didn't exactly break new ground but paired with her humor and wit.  It was a breath of fresh air from a writer with a truly distinctive voice. 

Sidenote:  Quentin Tarantino and Kevin Smith have certainly benefited from feeding film goers scraps from her table. Smith more than most.   His popularity along with JNCO jeans has become one of those things I've chalked up to that old phrase, "It was the 90's." Actually I have no regrets with the JNCO jeans, which proved to be infinitely more useful than wondering how many contractors died building the death star (Star Wars reference). 


     My Blue Heaven (1990) proved that Steve Martin can play anything, even a former mobster in witness relocation in California. Allegedly, Ephron worked on the script from the same research her husband, Nick Pileggi did for the book that would become GOODFELLAS. It's become a cult classic after years and continues to make converts with its run on cable. 

     Sleepless In Seattle (1993) is, quite simply, the gold standard. It's the movie that you've seen a hundred times. It's the movie that you watch a hundred more every time it's on TV. Whether it's the beginning (it never is) or the middle you just can't help seeing it. It's the movie where Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan became Tracey and Hepburn, Gable and Lombard, Bogey and Bacall, etc. It's the film those hipsters make fun of in their bs screenplays when they laugh at the "Meg Ryan movie with the songs sung by Louis Armstrong." They're right, but they're making fun of themselves because as cute as they think they're being it only reveals one thing: how much they love that freaking movie. It makes you want to move to Seattle and fall in love in New York. Don't forget, it's about a widower who is left to raise his son alone. It's about connections we have we thought we'd lost. Life goes on living and you should cherish everyday. Laugh, because it's funny, it really is. Nora knew that.

     She's written and directed other really great films. Like Silkwood (1983), You've Got Mail (1998), the little known but very adorable Mixed Nuts (1994), Bewitched (2005) which I thought was clever and funny.  But, what do I know? I know a lot. Her movies make me happy. She makes me happy. I am not a lover, a friend or a relative of Miss Nora. Simply a fan, of her writing and her movies. In a lot of ways this site owes everything to Nora Ephron and her ability to make us feel joy. So, with that, we pay homage to the Queen of CHIFLI, may there always be laughter in our hearts and Louis Armstrong in our heads.