There’s nothing like a man who can dance. A man who can move his body in time. A man who can tap his toes on the sidewalk and belt out a ballad! I love men like this. Consequently I have dated many gay men.
This evening, amiable backpack-loser “ChanningTatumHere” fielded the internet’s questions on Reddit to promote a charity contest for a date with Tatum to the premiere of Magic Mike XXL. His answers were charming and perfect and exactly what you’d expect from the cheerful, guileless lunk we’ve all grown to love.
A lot of crazy stuff seems to occur at San Diego's Comic-Con ever year, but color this the least likely. Channing Tatum, who does the voice of "Joaquin" in an upcoming animated film called The Book of Life, joined Biz Markie in a stirring (strange?) rendition of "Just A Friend," a song that appears in the film.
Jonah Hill's name is increasingly becoming synonymous with man-on-man oral sex. On last night's Chelsea Lately, Channing Tatum explained that though he won a bet over the opening weekend gross of 2012's 21 Jump Street that would require Hill to kiss the tip of his dick, he's yet to collect. Again. People will not let him stop talking about this.
Professional gigolo and miracle of modern science Channing Tatum appeared on the Tonight Show Friday night, and, like many pretenders before him, Jimmy Fallon wanted to challenge Tatum to an arm-wrestling match.
If you're one of the five people on the Internet who have yet to watch Jean-Claude Van Damme's "Epic Split" ad for Volvo Trucks, skip to the end of this post and we'll meet back here when you're done.
Skip to the 1:20 mark for what you didn't see in Magic Mike: Channing Tatum making Hollywood's best male ass clap. What will he do next to keep us fanning ourselves collectively? The world is such an exciting place.
Twenty-four-year-old model/actress Cody Horn plays Channing Tatum's love interest in Magic Mike, and she is terrible enough to do major damage on the film's pacing and energy. She is one big suck every time she's onscreen, and she's onscreen a lot. It seems ridiculous that someone so inept would have landed such a high-profile role and get to kiss on something as plump and hitmaking as Channing Tatum's pair of lips and get paid for it.
Back in the day, Channing Tatum didn't only just play a stripper on TV commercials and in movies — he was an actual stripper. You know this. His former profession is why he's one of the producers of Magic Mike. It's also something that adds to his status as an American icon. Going from stripper to producer/star is the American dream in sum. Anyway, I've never seen this picture before. I had no idea of his dark, pierced past.
In case you missed it: Late Night with Jimmy Fallon host Jimmy Fallon and Magic Mike's Channing Tatum star as best besties Sara and Susie in Teen Nick's new teen talk show for teen girls, Ew!
Metrosexuality had to live and die for us to get to this new, at-ease, intimately homosocial era of masculinity, at least as it is depicted in pop culture. It's a time of bromance, of straight dudes getting drag-queen makeovers on reality TV, of straight soldiers lip-synching like drag queens on YouTube, of Chris Brown and Justin Bieber intimately duetting, of Drake and Justin Bieber intimately duetting, of rappers implicitly endorsing gay marriage. And no film has better encapsulated the new masculinity zeitgeist that values self security over rigid, external notions quite as definitively as Steven Soderbergh's male-stripper saga Magic Mike.
In GQ this month, Claire Hoffman sits down with rapper Drake for the magazine's cover story. Drake is not a horribly interesting person, and celebrity profiling is not usually a horribly interesting craft, but Hoffman wrote a great piece. Within the few hours she spent at the rapper's mansion in The Valley, she essentially lived through a real-life chapter of a 16-year-old's fan fiction. Drake wined and dined her (with white wine spritzers!) in his backyard terrace—complete with waterfalls, bronze animal statues, and a giant fire pit "fit for a king from Middle-earth"—and they watched Sixteen Candles. All that was missing was a bearskin rug.