Movie review: ‘Magic Mike’s Last Dance,’ a sweetly romantic sequel, doesn’t quite stick the landing

Mike Lane is now a bartender. His custom-furniture company went belly up during the pandemic, and so there he is, mixing drinks at a swanky Miami charity event, when he meets Maxandra Mendoza (Salma Hayek Pinault), an embattled London socialite on the verge of a messy divorce. She could use some distraction, and Mike, she learns, happens to have one up his sleeve, among other soon-to-be-divested pieces of clothing. After some coaxing and negotiating, plus a little soul searching, he gives Maxandra what starts as a private lap dance and soon morphs into a hypnotic home-gymnastics routine, complete with bars and beams (mainly hers), if also one hell of a tricky dismount. Maxandra, floored by Mike’s passion and artistry, isn’t ready to let him slink away.

Clearly, Hollywood isn’t either. “Magic Mike’s Last Dance” is the third feature about a Florida stripper