25 years ago, Steven Soderbergh released what may have been the best non Steven Spielberg helmed pair of movies from a director in a single year. Now in 2025, Soderbergh has only taken three months to match that, at least in of output. Yet Presence was no Erin Brockovich for a number of reasons, though it mostly fell short by having the most bitterly disappointing “this is what/who it was really about” final twist since I’m Thinking of Ending…

Magic Mike's Last Dance picks up the story of Channing Tatum's titular exotic dancer, after we already figured it was over. Yet in the name of one last big show, Mike not only takes almost all off not to merely excite women in the audience, but switches things up to openly empower them and their desires, buried or otherwise, as well.

Which would be all well and good if they didn't do that exact same trick already.

Magic Mike may…