Any heterosexual male who doesn't get how Channing Tatum has become a thing, and who has no interest in the business of running a stripjoint, or in how stripping might be a launchpad for a career in bespoke furniture, or in watching Steven Soderbergh's continued descent into depthless, self-satisfied, fly-by-night doodling, will find the experience of watching Magic Mike rather like being sat in the corner of a party to which they haven't been invited, and having sweaty thongs pinged repeatedly in their general direction. Great fun for everyone else, apparently.
Magic Mike is in cinemas nationwide.
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