It was inevitable that I would see Steven Soderbergh’s Magic Mike. I mean, not only is the movie targeted to me (as with most women), but I have also been following the production since word got out that Soderbergh was directing a film about male strippers.

When the cast of said strippers was solidified, led by Matthew McConaughey and Channing Tatum, and supported by Alex Pettyfer, Joe Manganiello, and Matt Bomer, I knew (I just knew) that this film was for me. Don’t get me wrong while I don’t find myself especially attracted to any of these men (the way I do with say, oh I don’t know, all of the Culkin brothers), as an objective opinion, I see how each of these men have their own appeal. The cast and their played profession was enough to guarantee my attendance, but when I learned the actual plot–Channing Tatum as celebrated stripper Magic Mike falls in love with a girl (Cody Horn, more on her later) and decides to pursue his passion of designing modern custom furniture, I knew that this was too good to be true.

And was it? Well, it’s hard to say, as I’m not sure my expectations were on par with what I normally go into a movie expecting. The plot seemed a little slow moving, and definitely more dramatic (or perhaps it just took itself too seriously) than I was expecting. The acting was fine, if not a little over dramatic. My main complaint lied in the film’s female protagonist, Cody Horn, who gave a lackluster performance and who really dragged down the scenes she and Tatum shared.

Other than that, the other performances (naked dancing performances, that is) were great. Just great. And now with news that Magic Mike will be adapted into a real-life stage performance or a play, as it’s come to be known, I find myself giddy all over again. But please, for the sake of us all, find another female lead. Or just cut her all together. We all know who we’re there to see. Hooray for male objectification!

SEE IT (if only for said objectification).