
Tatum's Mike and the remaining Kings of Tampa-Ken ( Matt Bomer), Big Dick Richie ( Joe Manganiello), Tarzan ( Kevin Nash), Tito ( Adam Rodriguez)-pile into a yogurt truck and drive to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, to compete at a strippers' convention. At times it feels like the beefiest and least douchebro-pandering episode of " Entourage" ever. It's quite deliberately about as close to a non-movie as a movie can be while still calling itself a movie. The film is directed by Gregory Jacobs, a longtime assistant director to " Magic Mike" director Steven Soderbergh, and co-produced by Soderbergh, who also shot and edited the movie under pseudonyms. You could rightly describe it as "two hours of Channing Tatum and other hunky guys bonding, flirting with women, and doing bump-and-grind dance routines" and not be wrong, and yet it's made with such aesthetic playfulness that I expect it to generate graduate theses with titles like, "Breakaway Pantomimes: 'Magic Mike' and Commodified Desire." I wish there were a word for "experimental fluff," because that's what "Magic Mike XXL" is.
