I had only a smattering of interest in this movie but it was playing at a time I could see a movie so off I went. The general feeling in the theater populated by only women was a feeling of glee and that dissipated once the movie got going because, as my friend Christi commented, “Those are sad, tortured male strippers.” There was a lot to like about this film–the dancing was fabulous (nearly naked or not, I appreciate some dancing), I think Matthew McConaughey’s “Dallas” might just eclipse his
Dazed and Confused
character, and I also appreciated the tempering presence (of the woman), who not only had a good solid female character to work with, but played her close and tight.
p.s.This movie launched me on another “personal actor film fest” a la the Vin Diesel film festival of last year and the Chris Hemsworth fest of earlier this summer. Wanna guess which one?