David Ehrlich, who is wrong so often and I who I disagree with so almost always, called this “an R‑rated STEP UP sequel as shot by Soderbergh,” which feels about right. Ostensibly a film about a guy going through a real hard time who goes back to his vices and… finds joy? Gets the band back together? Hangs out with Donald Glover? (Not gonna lie, that made me a little jealous.)
It’s content to explore all the highs of a Molly trip without showing you the come down, and now I feel robbed of the actual catharsis of Magic Mike. We get to see him go for one last hurrah, but we never see if that changes his reality. It’s not character growth. It’s arrested development.
Competent, but not for me.