Magic Mike, Tarzan, Big Dick Richie, and three other gentlemen with better names than you.
There is a phenomenon in sequels: They need to trade off the success of the first film, so they need a similar story. But they also have to at least pretend to offer something new. In dance, a cappella, or cheerleading movies, this usually means rounding up everybody from the first movie, then sending them to a national competition of some sort—one last hurrah, but for real this time.
So I wasn’t very enthusiastic when I heard we were getting a sequel to 2012’s excellent Magic Mike. Do we need to see this same cast of beefheads grind on each other some more, I wondered, but with higher stakes? Does anyone need more of this? Answers: Yes and OMG YES. FUCK YES. SO MUCH…