This weekend, Magic (Mike) happened.
For any and all of you that are taking the time to discuss the movie’s plot – just stop.
I don’t believe that anyone involved with Magic Mike intended on reaching for the cinematic stars – and it was beautiful.
On Sunday, I geared up with Jamie, Emily and Sarah J and got to the theatre 40 minutes before show time. I was exhausted from a whirlwind weekend, but I managed to persevere and make it to the 5:40 showing of Magic Mike.
As we waited outside in the theatre lobby, a large crowed of women formed. The area was all abuzz of conversation like:
“I hear there’s full frontal nudity. Like, guy full frontal nudity.”
“I’ve been to see the movie three times in three days.”
“I’m most excited to see the choreography in the film.” (Sike. No one said that. Ever.)
The only thing interrupting this collective conversation was a male manager who came out and asked all 40 of us: “Is everyone here for Magic Mike?”
No one was amused by that.
We were like hungry wolves being kept from our dinner.
Yeah, dude. My 50 Shades book club and I are here to see Magic Mike. Get out of our way.
In the end, it was everything I expected it to be. I thank the heavens for the gifts that are Channing Tatum and Matthew McConaughey – and I applaud those men for not taking themselves too seriously. With all the half naked women in the media today, I think it’s about damn time a movie like this was made for us ladies – can I get a AMEN?!