Stephen Soderburgh's Magic Mike can't even hold a molten candle next to Burlesque, Wes Anderson's newest masterpiece, or Showgirls, their derivative grandmother "classic" by P.T. Barnum Anderson. Each attempts to tells a similar story: a sexy newbie kid emerges from the woodwork like a spring aphid to attack an established old tree – in particular case Cher and reefer-maddened Bongo Boy.
Without being too plot-disclosing, I will attest to the performances, which were authentic and somewhat convincing. I was suffering a severe migraine during Burlesque, which turned out to be a brush with mad cow disease. Therefore, Burlesque wins.
The contest is not betwixt Cher and Matthew McConaughey, but Alexis Pettyfor and Christina Tequilera. Neither can sing, so the competition unfortunately comes down to acting and physical sex appeal. Each manages to charm no-one whilst revolt many. Ali wins by a tattoo.
Where Burlesque rings true, however, is in its essential self-discomfort, whereas Magic Mike is obsequiously and shamelessly narcissistic. When it comes to spreading the love, however ungratifying, Burlesque spreads it like nobody else. Burlesque triumphs.
Mr. Soderburgh would do well to take a few notes from fellow provocateurs Ryan and Brad, namely: go into television instead of the "big" screen. Lose your simulated machismo and embrace your inner queer.
Without being too plot-disclosing, I will attest to the performances, which were authentic and somewhat convincing. I was suffering a severe migraine during Burlesque, which turned out to be a brush with mad cow disease. Therefore, Burlesque wins.
The contest is not betwixt Cher and Matthew McConaughey, but Alexis Pettyfor and Christina Tequilera. Neither can sing, so the competition unfortunately comes down to acting and physical sex appeal. Each manages to charm no-one whilst revolt many. Ali wins by a tattoo.
Where Burlesque rings true, however, is in its essential self-discomfort, whereas Magic Mike is obsequiously and shamelessly narcissistic. When it comes to spreading the love, however ungratifying, Burlesque spreads it like nobody else. Burlesque triumphs.
Mr. Soderburgh would do well to take a few notes from fellow provocateurs Ryan and Brad, namely: go into television instead of the "big" screen. Lose your simulated machismo and embrace your inner queer.
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