Magic Mike is the purest reflection of the "It Gets Better" sentiment -- a movie so gleefully homoerotic, it can give a boost to bullied teens everywhere. And for those of us who grew up on the bland, heteronormative softcore offerings of Cinemax and Showtime, it's a stirring reminder that our culture is headed in the right direction. Deadmau5 may see Paris Hilton's DJing as a sign of the Mayan apocalypse, but if 2012 truly is the end of the world, at least we're going out in a blaze of bare-assed glory.
On the surface, Magic Mike isn't a gay movie -- it's about male strippers and the women who love them. There's even a romance, in which Channing Tatum's titular meathead struggles to articulate himself to Brooke (Cody Horn). But Magic Mike is for women the same way Playgirl is for women: it's sort of an open secret that gay men look, too. And for all its offbeat rom-com content, it's also a bromantic love story between Mike and his protégée Adam (Alex Pettyfer). Not to mention a stunning look at Matt Bomer's abs, Matthew McConaughey's nipples, and Joe Manganiello's enormous prosthetic cock. (We only catch glimpses of it, but it casts a long shadow.)