As I tried to stay cool this past weekend, I found myself watching Magic Mike in the theater and doing anything but escaping the heat. A theater jammed full of women watching hot shirtless guys on the big screen was the last place to go to avoid perspiring.
I went with my 18-year old daughter, who was eager to see Channing Tatum and Alex Pettyfer. I went to see Matthew McConaughey. I realize that rumor has it that he shuns deodorant, but that’s okay. I can’t smell him on the screen, and I do enjoy listening to that Texas drawl, as the perpetually-shirtless man with the 6-pack abs acts.
Let me just stop you now if you landed here expecting a movie review. You’re not going to get one from me. Hell, I’m still not even sure what the movie was about. I recall many strip scenes, dirty dancing, abs of steel, and ripped muscles. If there was a plot, I missed it. And seriously, does it even matter what that movie was about, ladies? Plots are so over-rated.
On a side note, too bad for Steven Soderbergh that the movie critics seem to all be male. But we ladies forgive you, Steven, because you bring us the goods with the eye candy. Keep it up. And wildly assuming I have your attention, may I ask when Ocean’s 14 is coming out? I’ve been waiting a while now.
But back to my point, if there even is one. For like Soderbergh, I know that eye candy brings traffic, so perhaps any point I might make would be moot. You can just sit here a while and stare at the stud muffins if you like. My apologies to those who might not appreciate the hunks in these images. Just scroll on down.
I expected a lot of whoopin’ and hollerin’ in this audience. The gaggles of talkative women entering the theater (late, yakking on cell phones) was a sign that I was going to get peeved watching this movie. Yet this audience was pretty silent throughout the movie, which I found amusing.
As I looked around, I saw a variety of ages, from teenagers to grandmas, but this audience was primarily middle-aged women. With the exception of that one poor man who came with his wife, bless his heart. Oh, and then there was the woman who came in with an oxygen tank. I promise that I did not make that up.
Now I only raise the age issue to make my point.
Because I found that McConaughey was not the hunky star in this movie. Sure, he’s in awesome shape, and he’s hilarious, but his character is a little sleazy, since he’s the manager of the strip club. Just note the workout attire below.
So I was quite surprised at myself for finding my focus on the younger studs in this flick. And when the movie was over, I felt a little shame, sprinkled with some guilt, and a little dirtiness on the side. Sitting next to an 18-year old (MY 18-year old) makes ME feel a little sleazier than McConaughey’s character.