So, i don’t go to movies. Well, i have before, but it’s not something i often do. Mostly, if i’m going to a movie, it’s because i’m dating somebody new and want them to think i’m the kind of person who goes to movies. It usually backfires. The movie will turn out to be violent or intense and i’ll half-drown in a sea of empathy, leaving my companion in no doubt that i’m kind of a freak and that they shouldn’t go to movies with me.
Yesterday, i saw this review for Magic Mike XXL, and i think i might actually want to see that movie. Oh, ok, i want to see Inside Out too. That’s TWO – count them, TWO – movies i think i want to see. No – THREE – make it 3. i want to see 50 Shades of Gray. i know, i know, it’s not real BDSM, it’s not consensual, blah, blah, blah… i still want to see it. Oh, and The Secretary. i saw a few minutes of that, but not the whole thing.
But back to Magic Mike. You can read the whole review here, but this is part of why i was drawn to the movie;
I love Magic Mike XXL because I see myself in the faces of its women characters: those who find themselves perched in a chair, on a lounger, or in one case, on a countertop holding a massive red velvet cake, as they are charmed, wooed, and worshipped by men who derive pleasure from giving pleasure.
Anyhow. I just want to see the movie. Have you all seen it?