I saw Magic Mike on a Saturday afternoon at a suburban cineplex packed to the rafters with women. It was one of the best moviegoing experiences I've ever had—everyone was screaming and giggling and generally losing their minds. I appreciated that director Steven Soderbergh managed to make Tampa look exactly like Tampa; everything had an edge of Floridian smarm to it that film doesn't always capture. And the movie surprised me by being a solid study of what it means to be working poor in America in the 21st century. That nuance was lost on some of the audience. I overheard women leaving the theater complaining that there wasn't enough nudity, dancing, and general horniness.
The trailer for Magic Mike XXL looks like it's finally giving the suburban moms what they want: ridiculous dance sequences, impeccably cut slabs of beefcake, and a whole lot of naked flesh, as well as Channing Tatum anchoring the film with his charming self. If Magic Mike tried to inject pathos into the life of a male stripper, XXL looks like it's all about objectifying the fuck out of male strippers.
What do you think?