Early on in “Magic Mike XXL,” a movie that is exactly what you expect it might be but with less nudity (sorry, thought I’d better get that out of the way), Mike (Channing Tatum) performs an irresistible welding moonwalk. He is now, as he dreamed of being back in the innocent days of “Magic Mike,” a designer of fairly hideous-looking furniture, and he’s busily welding something (shades of “Flashdance”!) in his studio. Suddenly, he hears music - Ginuwine’s “Pony,” a callback to the earlier film - and dance he must, in slithery, snake-hipped fashion, like he’s just been freshly oiled. A mere mortal welder would not do this (wouldn’t his pants catch on fire? Isn’t this some sort of violation of welding safety code?), but Mike, as we know, is magic.
