The movie continued on, painfully bad dialogue mixed with kind of funny lines made for an acceptable passing of time until the next Channing strip charade could commence. You could tell his whole acting career had been preparing for this one movie where he gracefully combined all his other roles from, GI Joe, Step Up, Dear John into his chosen craft of stripping.
Then of course there was Matthew McConaughey who like Tom Cruise in Tropic Thunder finally got to be himself for the joy of most. Prancing and strutting about like a rooster who never met a better cock he ruled his hen house with an iron beak, letting the other chicks fight for the scraps.
Inevitably the movie wound down, I will not spoil the ending but lets just say I ignored the last few scenes because magic mike kept making decisions that were not inline with my own desires. The credits began I gathered my new moves and my friends who i had dragged there under the guise of saying, it’s the highest ranked new movie on rotten tomato and headed directly to my full length mirror where I have been practicing ever since.