(mmmmmmmmmm)Magic Mike

Last night I had the opportunity to join a few gal pals for the Nu Metro Girls Night Out premiere of Magic Mike.

Magic Mike

(Side note: as far as the whole Girls Night Out enterprise goes, it’s more than a bit of a disappointment; a fair idea with quite bad execution. We attended at Canal Walk and everything felt slightly disorganized and somewhat overcrowded. John Dory had a sushi table but guests were limited to two pieces. And for some inexplicable reason, there was a Reuteri stand -a probiotic product. Of course, it didn’t help that the nature of the film on show attracted quite a few middle-aged women who went wild at the bar and spent the first hour yelling unoriginal, crass comments at the screen. I found myself wishing they’d rather stayed at home reading 50 Shades of Lame. At least there presence explains the need for the intestinal flora promotion)

Sub-optimal viewing conditions aside, we settled into the film with our stale popcorn and overpriced drinks and waited to be immersed into an idealized cinematic world filled with impossibly well-built pecs, abs and some fine specimens of gluteus maximii.

The cast, fully clothed. As NOT seen in the movie.

We were not disappointed. Now, I don’t usually review films and I don’t consider myself a film critic by any stretch of the imagination. I enjoy movies and have a sizeable knowledge, but compared to the calibre of film buffs out there, I am a mere novice. That is why I’ve decided to put a review of sorts on my blog: because the intense, semi-professional film critics often end up killing the joy of cinema completely by ripping apart what was often only intended to be light entertainment. I’ve Googled a few reviews of Magic Mike and opinions differ greatly, from a 6.6 rating on IMDB to 79% on Rotten tomatoes.

But those reviews are all long-winded and boring. Either skipping over the good parts completely or belly-aching over the bad stuff. One review actually says it’s “…much more than a movie about strippers. It’s a film about aging and self-discovery, and above all, it’s a compelling human drama.”  (iAfrica.com review) I don’t know if I would go quite that far.

Gratuitous eye-candy

So here is my review. I’ll keep it concise, clear and honest.

Magic Mike is a film about strippers. One of the strippers has a dream (Magic Mike, played by Channing Tatum). One of the others is a bit of a loser type 19-year old who gets into the stripper business quite accidentally and then just gets into trouble after that (Adam, played by Alex Pettyfer) . The rest are all a bit odd. And most of them are known for characters played in popular TV series: Tito, (played by Adam Rodriguez from CSI Miami), Ken (played by Matt Bomer from White Collar), Tarzan (former WCW wrestler) and – my absolute favourite) – Big Dick Richie (played by Joe Manganiello from True Blood). Mmmmmmm. The cast is topped off my Matthew McConaughey as Dallas, the owner of the club. No real Oscar-winning potential there then.  But they have 8-pack ads of an unimaginable standard. So it doesn’t really matter. The first half of the movie is mostly about the stripping. Then the plot kicks in, which in itself is quite predictable but short and sweet.

Oh yes, there are some girls in there too. But truth be told, I wasn’t paying much attention to them. The rest of the film is made up of a lot of this:

And this:

And some of this:

And not forgetting, some of this:

You’re welcome.


****UPDATE: Apologies, I was so immersed in finding a few images for my post, I completely forgot to add the trailer for the film. WordPress doesn’t seem to want to add it in a convenient ‘click to watch’  inset, so all I can offer you is the link to Youtube. ***




It’s been a rough week, dearest readers, for reasons I have chosen not to blog about (heartbreaking events that happened close to home, not affecting me directly, but close enough to be keenly felt).

So instead of writing about that (well..I might write about it, but won’t post it yet, if at all), I’ll wrap up a most delightfully wonderful weekend with three short, positive thoughts…two of which I’ve borrowed from greater minds than my own.

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“I am.” He said. We listened.

“I got a song been on my mind
And the tune can be sung and the words all rhyme
Deedle-ee deet deet deet deet deet deet deet dee dee

Growing up, my Mom had a tape of Neil Diamond’s Hot August Night – Live at The Greek Theater in her car. It played almost constantly, at least as far as I can remember. As a result, I was singing along to ‘Cracklin’ Rosie’, ‘Cherry Cherry’ and ‘I am, I said’ since pre-school. Obviously then, when news of his Cape Town show reached me, tickets were booked (for Mom’s birthday, no less). Continue reading

A Taste of History

To fill the the gap (both financially and timewise) between study and employment, I have recently started working in the Wine Tasting Centre at the magnificent Vergelegen Wine Estate. Now, while some may see this as shameless plugging of my new place of employment, I promise it isn’t (unfortunately I don’t get commission from the wine I sell…which is a great pity). Continue reading


In case you didn’t know this, I am a complete follower/lover/disciple of Formula 1. I love it. I’ve been watching Formula 1 racing since I can remember. I am fortunate enough to have seen the great Ayrton Senna race. Though my memories of those races are a little fuzzy, he stood out. I also remember watching the race that tragically claimed his life. My mother was devastated. So was I.

Soon to be released is what promises to be a brilliant (dare I say..epic) documentary about the life of arguably the best racing driver that ever raced. Here is a trailer of the documentary, simply titled “Senna”.