So you don’t have to wander far to find men moaning about ‘objectification’ and ‘if it was female strippers…’ and ‘feminist double standards’ and boo hoo hoo etc over this one film out of a billion to seemingly be aimed at a female audience. And they would have a point if only they weren’t utterly wrong. Just on a form / technique level the film puts the issue of objectification front and centre by not using the camera to dissect Channing from his Tatums. We’re not given body parts in isolation (a’la every female strip club scene ever) but whole people. It matters.
Away from the noise, the film is also surprisingly funny and a much lighter ride that the original. The guys are genuinely amusing in a blokes at work sort of way and everyone is having a good time. This allows the characters pride in what they do whilst also acknowledging that they are, in their own way, utterly ridiculous. On the downside, it’s a bit long (the Andie MacDowell scene is the first to go) but that’s a minor problem.
The real winner is that sex is treated as something fun and healthy and, because the camera isn’t cutting up bodies into fetish items, you also get to see some properly impressive dancing.