James Franco, playing a dick? NEVER.

EW.

The premise of Magic Mike‘s is already attractive enough, as a film unapologetically tailored to the difficult-to-please female gaze. Cue our surprise when it outed itself as a skinfest with smarts. Beautiful production, gorgeous attention to detail and an interesting picture of the clash between reality and fantasy come together to make Channing Tatum less the butt of ‘dumb jock’ jokes and more just a very fine butt.

Perhaps there is a God.

Cause I’m starting with the man with the camera, and he’s telling me his name’s Spike Lee.

With Magic Mike finally preparing to grace our eyeballs on this most hallowed Orange Wednesday, it only seems fitting that there should be a tribute to all those that came scantily-clad onto our screens before Channing Tatum and Co. – with no further foreplay, BFF presents our Top 10 Movie Strippers of All Time.

Channing Tatum puts his big boy pants on. Or any pants, for that matter.

Run, do not walk to this article: a beautiful, beautiful poster awaits.

And as he plunged his manhood into my soaking wet new production team, I closed my eyes and wept. Direct quote.

Turns out, the first bit of Catching Fire casting news that is actually official and confirmed and stamped with REAL.