
Magic Mike. Kind of like “Fifty Shades of Gray” for the big
screen (before it actually hits the big screen) in that all the ladies are
talking about it, so you gotta indulge. You know, like gel manicures, iKat
cardigans and chevron, monogrammed iPhone covers in that you invest
understanding it’s likely not worth the dough or highly functional, but it’s
fashionable, so you’re in. And with the sis-in-law in town? There simply was no
excuse not to go.
So we did. At 10:50 a.m. like the two very classy ladies we
are.
Sure there six packs, business lessons on entrepreneurship
and valuable example-setting on what striperdom and drugs do to your soul, but
I felt that I likely learned of those lessons when “Coyote Ugly” made it’s
debut. And holding out for the potential
romantic comedy piece that’s featured for 2.5 seconds on a preview? Count on it
lasting exactly that long. Couple that with awkward silences, trips to Cirillas
and the scenery that is Tampa, FL and you have “Magic Mike.”
It wasn’t a complete waste though. As mentioned above I had
the luxury of downing buttery popcorn for breakfast and two hours with a gal I
adore. Plus it gave us the chance to test our boundaries of comfort when it’s
all sex all the time and you’re left pondering what piece of the plot to digest
with your sister-in-law, who likely neither of you desire to hear of that
portion of the others’ lives. And I am on vacation, which totally warrants
losing a few brain cells if you ask me…
In summary: go see “Magic Mike” if you want to see Channing
break it down.
Either that or just go Redbox “Step It Up” and call it even.
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