In its first half, Steven Soderbergh’s comedy drama about a troupe of male strippers is a laidback lark, with a disarmingly dopey leading man (Channing Tatum), and, of course, some crackingly athletic disrobing.
The second half is where the magic fades. A crisis involving some vindictive drug dealers crashes in from nowhere, and the film suddenly takes a moralistic stance against the very strip shows we’ve just enjoyed.
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