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.