My Magic Mike Review

Wednesday night I went with my friend Melinda to see the movie Magic Mike(her idea). It was an epic week, since I went to the Market Garden Brewery Reading Series featuring the talents of Phil Metres and Loung Ung the night before. Two nights in a row, baby. I was out there.

So, Magic Mike.

For the record, I haver never been to see male strippers (or female). A certain someone in this house can’t say the same, but he was young and single when he had his arm twisted and got dragged along with friends, which is his story on how it all went down. Em, hmmm. I know some women love it, but I would die of mortification if a stripper dragged me on stage and shook his “stuff “in my face. No thank you and yuck.

That being said, the movie had merit. There was an interesting enough story line, a lot of humor, and a bit of romance. Much of the dialogue seemed to be improv and the actors carried it well.

Channing Tatum was beautiful and adorable and charming and so was the other young buck whose name I don’t know (though he looked way older than the 19 year old character he was portraying). And Matthew Mcconaughey. Well, let’s just say he found the role of a lifetime. I think his performance was Oscar worthy. I am generally not a big fan of his. There is something a little smarmy about his brand of southern charm, but the role he played of the slightly over-the-hill-top-dog stripper, he nailed it. Hard. Repeatedly.

Wait, where was I?

I would suggest not going to see the movie if you think you will have a problem with the image of Mcconaughey’s butt cheeks (close up, bending over in front of the camera) being seared into your brain. It’s been two days and I still can’t seem to make it go away.

When I got home that night, HT was hopeful. I looked him in the eye, shook my head and said, “Two words. Matthew Mcconaughey’s ass.” I know, that was three words, but I was still in shock from what I’d seen.

HT, knowing how I feel about Mcconaughey, understood. There would be no Magic Mike induced hanky panky.

Getting out of the house two nights in a row is fun, but it is not without risk.


Apologies to Phil Metres and Loung Ung for being included in this post about Magic Mike and Matthew Mcconaughey’s ass. I promise I won’t let it happen again. I blame Melinda.

*Image is from MTV.

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7 Responses to My Magic Mike Review

  1. Michelle O'Neil says:

    LOL Carrie.

    You’re right. Without the treat of A/C, I probably would not have gone. I’m a sucker for a cool environment.

  2. Melinda says:

    Bwahaha . . . just doing my job as your bad-influence friend. 🙂

  3. kario says:

    Huh. Okay, then. I used to have a crush on MM until I saw him interviewed and saw the “smarm” factor (well, that, and I learned that he’s a die-hard Texas Republican -eww).

    I’m pretty sure I don’t need to see the movie. I would have been tempted until the part about his naked butt…. thanks for the warning.

  4. McConaughey has always, always given me the creeps. Once I saw him on the street here in LA, and let me tell you — he had one of the biggest heads on a short, buff body that I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I could see the movie because of him!

  5. ELizabeth, I had no idea he was in it when I entered the theater. I had not even seen a preview for the movie. And there he was, first scene. But he was truly amazing in the film, in a creepy way.

  6. Patti says:

    I share your never been to a strip club status and your abhorrence of the thought of strange junk near me. I am up in the air on going to see the movie. Not sure I am into the butt image you have seared into my brain..oh my.

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