Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association.
Meet Reid Carolin:
As if starring classic-Texas-handsome Matthew McConaughey, green-eyed-ball-of-gyrating-muscle Channing Tatum, giant-Gaston-esque Joe Manganiello, I-have-a-perfect-smile Adam Rodriguez and more-beautiful-than-Kiera-Knightley Matthew Bomer wasn’t enough, Magic Mike also has a handsome screenwriter. (So handsome it’s easy to assume he’s part of the cast.)
This blue-eyed Harvard-grad has not only composed additional music for The Vow (for which we are eternally grateful) and served as Associate Producer on Stop-Loss, he’s also used his powers for good; writing and producing Earth Made of Glass, a Peabody-winning documentary about the 1994 Rwandan genocide.
We at FYMM firmly believe that Mr. Carolin should be nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay. Primarily because the script for Magic Mike is so very wonderful, but also because his nomination would markedly raise the handsomeness of that pool of nominees.
Now it turns out that he is working on Magic Mike: The Musical (an idea we have been feverishly discussing the possibility of since we learned about this movie.) The real question on our minds is, will Reid Carolin ever stop giving?
We told you it was good. And now you don’t just have to take our word for it. Some highlights from the reviews:
Variety: “That’s not to say Tatum isn’t actor enough to handle the assignment. In addition to the role’s physical demands, he has the added challenge of making it look effortless, and Tatum’s gift comes in playing things casual, inhabiting the character without having to spell out an elaborate backstory. Of the other strippers, McConaughey steals the spotlight, adding yet another strong characterization to a respect-building streak that began with “The Lincoln Lawyer” last year.”
Hollywood Reporter: “While this plotline echoes countless perils-of-success movies and easily could have become a maleShowgirls, Soderbergh shrewdly avoids letting it turn lurid or campy by underplaying the melodrama. Instead, he observes droll but humanizing details, like a quick shot of Mike patiently ironing out crumpled dollar bills retrieved from his underwear. The humor is refreshingly low-key and unforced, such as having True Blood hunk Manganiello, who’s built like Iron Man, be the delicate one of the troupe, fretting over herpes or throwing his back out while giving a zaftig customer an airborne thrill.”
Movieline: One could simply call it absolutely spectacular on account of the man meat, which certainly delivers on raunchy, knowing fun. But it’s the deeper themes, captured in an observational style, that really make Magic Mike work as more than just a cheap thrill. It may be a stripper movie, but it’s also about economic self-determination and the struggle between art vs. commerce — and that goes as much for Soderbergh and Tatum as it does for the characters grasping for dollars, and their creative destinies, on-screen.
And our personal favorite, from Indiewire: But, Tatum dances his heart out and performs the best Dancing Alone to Pony number to ever grace a screen. He dances like he is trying to earn the Lifetime Achievement Award for Excellence in Pelvic Thrusting. Newsflash: it’s won. He wins it. No one can match his rate of thrusts per minute.
We here at Young Feminists for Magic Mike have yet to recover from seeing the Pony sequence in it’s full glory, but here is a preview:
Go see the movie. You won’t regret it.
We at FuckYeahMagicMike have tickets to an advance screening tonight. We could barely sleep last night from the excitement. It’s like Christmas morning but better because Channing Tatum is going to take off all his clothes. We don’t know how we are going to be able to focus on work today with so much naked man in our future but we will try.
So to all we wish a:
May all your vests be made of leather and all your pants tear-away!
Young Feminists for Magic Mike
Is this attire not a bit too formal for a beach setting?
I think we can all acknowledge that women would never be where we are today without our fore-mothers who broke down barriers and ceilings for us. Modern female authors wouldn’t be where they are without women like Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters. An don’t even get me started on where we would all be of it weren’t for Gloria Steinem. So today we, Young Feminists for Magic Mike, would like to pay tribute to two women whose shoulders we directly stand on - The Weather Girls.
We don’t even want to try to imagine what the world was like before It’s Raining Men. Our workout mixes would be infinitely less interesting (and handsome). Gay clubs would be less joyful. The Weather Girls were true visionaries. Have you listened to the song or watched the music video recently? It’s literally raining men. Men of all kinds. Wearing trench coats, underwear, fedoras & boots. Doing pirouettes.
There is what they have done for the world a whole, and then there is there direct impact they have had on Magic Mike. Watch this:
While at first we was disconcerted that Steven S. didn’t choose to go with the original version of the song, after watching this, I feel pretty ok about it. Mostly because this new slightly slower, more sinewy version gives the choreographer the ability to incorporate moves like this:
And mostly this:
Acoustic changes aside, it’s clear to see the direct aesthetic influence of the Weather Girls. Trench coats, umbrella’s, fedoras, boots. It’s all there.
So thank you Weather Girls. We owe so much to you.
Do we think that top was picked out for Matthew McConaughey by the movie’s costume designer or was it something he already had in his closet? I’m inclined to believe the latter which raises a bigger question: did he cut the end off of it or did he buy it in that size? Again, I’m leaning towards the latter. (For the record, I’m not entirely convinced that Matthew McConaughey was purposely cast in this film. I think he was just hanging around southern Florida shirtless in a leather vest and kept wandering onto set to give the actors advise on how to take their clothes off until Steven Soderbergh was forced to incorporate him into the plot.) (Also why is Alex Pettyfer’s face so terrified? It’s just a crop top. I’m sure he can get one for you too.)