Magic Mike XXL

even if ultimately this is just as despairing a vision of the economic realities of the American working class as Soderbergh’s original, the generally dour tone and piss-stained color palette have been exchanged for an ecstatically intimate view of himbo masculinity and candy-colored, sometimes gloriously abstract lighting expressly designed to make all bodies appear beautiful. gets a lot of mileage out of the reflexive examination of its own status as an attractive, decidedly unpretentious commodity which exists purely to service and dazzle its audience into forgetting that fact, however briefly, without getting bogged down in tedious hand-wringing. (almost) undiluted escapism, deliberately myopic and politically useless, but what of it? movies really can’t do much more than this one does

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