One of the many great things about Steven Soderbergh’s Magic Mike is how different audiences experience it in wildly different ways. Fags and horny bachelorettes swoon at the acres of dazzlingly exposed man flesh. (Who knew being pandered to sexually was so enjoyable?) Discerning moviegoers delight at the film’s summery bubbliness (certain segments give off a light art-house Porky’s vibe) that doesn’t preclude the heart and brain. And cultural critics marvel at Magic Mike’s sharp critique of American possibility in a down economy. The acting is good, the filmmaking is very good, and the dancing is ridiculously entertaining. (See Movie Times)

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