In oh so many ways is this film actually more enjoyable than Steven Soderbergh's plodding, unoriginal morality tale about a young man caught up in the fast and easy lifestyle of Tampa, Florida's male strippers. This sequel wisely avoids trying to teach its audience about the dangers of drugs and money and instead embraces the silly notion of a group of ridiculously hot men road tripping it to a stripper convention.
Now don't get me wrong, this is a movie…
Michael Moore has the power to turn people against each other in record time if you happen to disagree on his merits as a documentary filmmaker but with Bowling For Columbine I truly believe he defined a time period of American history better than any other cinematic resource. He asks some very difficult questions here that ultimately can't be answered definitively but as a conversation starter this is perfection.
The saddest thing about it though is that 10 years later…
If someone had told me ten years ago that Ben Affleck was about to direct three standout films in a row with the third film destined for numerous Oscar nominations, I would have slapped said person hard and unleashed a barrage of expletives at him/her with a thick (and horribly fake) Boston accent. At the time no one would have thought me out of line, but sure enough, Affleck has proven me wrong in a very big way.