Sure, Magic Mike's Last Dance is a movie about muscly male dancers, about fantasies of female empowerment, about cover model–ready guys taking off their shirts and grinding, consensually, with tittering, repressed, mostly middle-aged women who, the movie seems to say, should treat the movie's gleaming hunks of beefcake as a sort of healing salve.
But would you believe it's also about…a stripper fighting the menace of politically controlled historical preservation and zoning regulations?
