Magic Mike XXL is out in cinemas today, here’s our review after slipping into the premiere on Tuesday
Go: if you are fun, seek fun or haven’t clapped eyes on nibble-worthy buns in too long. Also go if you haven’t been sleeping because of l’enfant and need a limited storyline that’ll still awaken the, erm, senses. Don’t go: if you aren’t fun, don’t seek fun and need a storyline.
Magic Mike XXL does what it says on the tin. This guy called Mike (Le Tatum) has magical moves/hips/face/chest/bottom – they are main focus of this 140-minute long journée, along with his troupe of male stripper mates. I vaguely remember a road trip and a scene at a petrol station, but mainly it’s all about the bowchickabowwow.
The ‘XXL’ bit is down to some pimping of their moves and dance routines on the first film. There’s more crotch grabbing, downright screech-worthy thrusting and bags of innuendo that’ll make Christian Grey look positively vanilla.
