Posted by parker on 02/13 at 11:46 AM
Goddammit, Matthew McConaughey. As if your last name name wasn’t annoying enough to spell, you have to keep making terrible career decisions. Can’t you just go on record and state for the good and welfare of the movie business that you will never make another actual movie ever again? That’s it - from now on, no real scripts. You will only devote your stoned-bongo energies to making the puerile nonsense that have come to be known as Romantic Comedies.
Fool’s Gold? Failure to Launch? How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days? The Wedding Planner? Kill yourself.
Here’s the one sheet from your newest travesty, The Ghosts of Girlfriends Past . These boring, formulaic pieces of garbage are consumed by the chocolate-eating unoriginal masses who are so ineptly obsessed with the concept of their own failed relationships, that they actually enjoy watching parabolically more beautiful people act out the same inane fantasies swirling through their Outback Steakhouse-addled minds.
Let me guess...you’re a wealthy, attractive, morally flawed man, and - wait for it - Jennifer Garner is your intellectual match who will eventually get you to settle down from your rakish ways. Insert a few variables (great jobs, scatalogical pratfalls, witty best-friend sidekicks) and you have yourself a withering “date movie.”
And you started with such promise, too. Wooderson in Dazed and Confused is one of the all-time funniest characters on film. And you used to make actually serious movies...For Chrissakes you were in A Time To Kill, man! That movie was about child-rape and Sammy Jackson murdering people in a courthouse! Heavy, actual content. But no longer. You realized you could keep doing crunches, and phoning in the same piece of toxic waste once a year, and you would be paid handsomely.
I’m done with you, Matt. Even if you throw another party at the Moontower. I won’t go.
And you better watch out, Vince Vaughn. I’m looking at you next.