Three years after Mike bowed out of the stripper life at the top of his game, he and the remaining Kings of Tampa hit the road to Myrtle Beach to put on one last blow-out performance.
Magic Mike XXL is as sweet and steamy as oven-fresh cherry pie.
Our oiled-up heroes are en route to a male stripper convention – but it’s not just the clothes they’ve lost for this sequel. It’s depth, humour, narrative tension and Matthew McConaughey, leaving just a faintly demeaning, penis-free hen night.
Channing Tatum has little chance to show off comic talents in this under-dressed affair.
Shorn of the first film's inner tensions, this Soderbergh-less sequel has the obvious whiff of cash-in about it.
Packed tight, Jacobs’ straightforward sequel may boast less up top than the Soderbergh-directed original, but still bulges where it counts.
The film nonetheless makes an attempt to maintain that curious mix of reality and fantasy the first film pulled off so well.
The biggest let down, however, are the infrequent and limp stripping routines. Such a hoot in the original, here they are tired and tawdry. Please stop coming back!
The Kings of Tampa get oiled up for one last hurrah, but this sequel lacks the edge of the original.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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