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.