The third instalment in the series, after Magic Mike XXL (2015), Last Dance lands in a different world, one in which Tatum is a major star, and the character is a marketable commodity with Magic Mike Live stage shows in Las Vegas and London. The disappointing new film feels like a product. It loses its gleefulness, and leans into the plot – never the franchise's strength – with an unbelievable romance and a half-baked message of female empowerment. The dances are mostly fragmented scenes of men breakdancing or leaping through the air then tearing off their shirts. No thongs, though. These wholesome strippers keep their pants on.