Originally created as a recap blog for my friends too busy to watch t.v., I've branched out to movies, books, food, life in general. No politics tho', don't worry.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Bad Haiku about: Stripper Movies (V)
Everything in my DVR queue is so dire lately - The Walking Dead, The Following, Hannibal, The Americans, Bates Motel - that I needed something a little less death-y. Now, Magic Mike does have its serious moments with drug use, drug dealing and some squalid behavior, but most the movie is just killing time until it can have another male stripper routine. None of the guys can dance except Channing Tatum, but DAMN he's really, really good. Dancing, not acting, I mean. The other fellas are pretty enough to look at (and getting to see Joe Manganiello has got me jonesing for True Blood again) but they have no storyline or character development. This is Tatum's show - and Matthew McConaughey's too, to a lesser extent.
And so, without further ado, here's the bad haiku about Magic Mike:
I read, ski, drink good beer, go to matinees by myself, honestly believe that the DVR is the world's greatest invention, burn dinner for Mr. Mouse on a semi-regular basis and watch more horror films than I think I do. I like puppies and kittens and baby bunnies and bacon and sunshine and the mountains of Utah and chocolate banana malted milkshakes and puppies and chick flicks (no, not chick flicks) and surprises and classic Mustangs and did I say puppies already? I like sarcasm and snark and tend to have a glass-half-empty view of life because when things turn out, I'm pleasantly surprised. I also like puppies.