Whenever Pluto insinuates itself, something hidden typically goes on full display. Think about stripping bare. That’s the scenario in “Magic Mike,” directed by Steven Soderbergh, where more than male flesh will reveal itself.
Magic Mike (Channing Tatum) is the headline act in a male dance revue that’s an ersatz choreographed depiction of raw Plutonian passion. He’s also tight with the club’s manager Dallas (an appropriately oily Matthew McConaughey) who wants his troupe to leave Tampa for a better opportunity in Miami Beach.
Mike befriends Adam (Alex Pettyfer), an aimless older teen who suddenly, as The Kid, becomes the group’s hottest draw while spiraling into an out-of-control obsession with money, sex and freedom. Through the no-nonsense comments of Brooke, The Kid’s sister (Cody Horn) – Miami is a simply a bigger, badder version of Tampa, she says – Mike realizes that, at 30, he might want to explore true passion for the first time.
In “Magic Mike,” it’s all about distinguishing between prop underwear and the really raw underworld where the good stuff is.