The awesomeness of this movie was twofold: It provided lust-hungry Americans with a veritable crap ton of eye candy, and it also turned out to be kind of a sleeper legitimately good movie. Which, if we're being honest, was way more than anybody expected out of a flick about down-on-their-luck male strippers. Steven Soderbergh, you evil genius.
The true mark of a quality blockbuster (okay, maybe "blockbuster" is a little generous here) is if it holds up culturally over time. And not to be grandiose, but it's almost 20 years later and this is still a total classic. Oreos and peanut butter forever.
Thanks to Ben Affleck and Bruce Willis, the world will never look at asteroids the same. We'll also never listen to Aerosmith the same.