“MAGIC MIKE” My rating: C+ (Opens wide on June 29)
110 minutes | MPAA rating: R
For its first 40 minutes – or until it realizes it hasn’t anything to say – “Magic Mike” offers an amusing inversion of movie sex roles.
In this case the usual big-bazoomed bimbos have been replaced by prodigiously packaged dudes.
The film, you see, is a sort of distaff “Show Girls” set in the world of male strippers. It makes no bones about offering female moviegoers the same sexual voyeurism men have enjoyed since forever. Just consider how many scenes in recent movies and TV series have been set, quite arbitrarily, in titty bars.
Turnabout is fair play.
But one could wish that the unpredictable Steven Soderbergh — who can go from an arty effort like “Che” to the strictly-for-the-money “Ocean’s 11” franchise without breaking a sweat – had something of substance to offer once the thrill of those taunt pecs and rippling abs wears off.









