I bet Mcconaughey came up for the idea for this his latest romantic comedy vehicle during a naked bongo playing session. If this movie takes him on a tour of all his past girlfriends, it must be 10 hours long. That guy's perma-naked torso chases more skirt than his homestate of Texas has gun-wielding cowboys. I'm not a Mcconau-hater, but his movies don't interest me at all because they are the same story rehashed over and over. In every one an aw-shucks Matthew gets, loses, and gets the girl again--the climax occuring over a musical montage of that annoying "Pictures of You, Pictures of Me" song that seems to have been written by a five-year old. This analysis, of course, comes from only watching trailers for Mcconaughey movies that appear on my television before I can hit the "mute" button.
