Much like the Shades Of Grey phenomena, I don’t get the Magic Mike craze. I don’t get the Channing Tatum thing. I guess he’s attractive, but he has that look in his eyes that says the lights are on, but nobody is home. I need some brain behind the brawn I guess. Besides, I saw the Chippendale’s once…meh. I can never see that again and I’ll be ok.
Despite all that I’ll probably go see the movie. My friends want to see it and I’m nothing if not a good friend. It takes a lot of love to be willing to sit through two hours of half-naked strippers on-screen. I promise to wear headphones with Jane Eyre on tape through the whole thing though.
I will not allow my 15-year-old daughter to see the movie. I’ve made some poor parenting choices when it comes to movie viewing in the past. They’ve seen The Hangover. We watched The Kids Are All Right as a family. (I was sure the R rating was for the F-word) But Taryn really wants to see this movie. She told me one of her friends and the friends’ Mom invited her to go see it with them.
No. No, it’s a movie about stripping and sex. It’s rated R. No.
Her response (I’m not making this up) is “But…it’s only rated R for the stripper parts!”