While Magic Mike XXL's initial attractions may be obvious — a
good -
looking, nearly -
naked cast and Tatum's legendary dance moves — returning writer Reid Carolin's narrative actually digs way beneath all that baby oil.
He'll puff up his massive, bronzed and
naked chest, nipples stiff and quivering, and use a sword to hack at some menacing but imaginary snake,
while in the background a few crew members will smack their lips, nod their heads, and say things like, «Boy, the Rock
looks good,» «Dude, the Rock always
looks good,» «Hey, his breasteses are bigger than hers» and «Arnold, eat your heart out.»
His sculptures pull you in with their mysterious
good looks, like the
naked youth he perched at one end of a public bench
while flames licked its metal seat.