Three years after Mike bowed out of the stripper life at the top of his game, he and the remaining Kings of Tampa hit the road to Myrtle Beach to put on one last blow-out performance.
I do hope that Soderbergh continues on this trajectory of making compelling and contemplative films, as the last thing we need is another era of bad films consisting of less-than-ideal Tarkovsky remakes, half-assed crime-centric thrillers living in Ocean’s Eleven’s shadow, or films with the same erotic fervour as Magic Mike (2012-15).