…don’t buy a ticket to his new movie, Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, which astonishingly includes only one scene in which dude shows skin.
(Though it pains me to admit that the film isn’t completely terrible. McConaughey’s character is a tool, no doubt, but somehow the actor gets more tolerable as the Christmas Carol-meets-every-romantic-comedy-ever story wears on. I’m not suggesting you run out and see it. But I did laugh a couple of times, with each giggle followed by an intense bout of self-hatred.)
Anyway, if you are interested in a cinematic history of McConaughey’s flesh, Entertainment Weekly put together a rather amusing slideshow.
And the stronger-stomached — or actual fans? — among you are sure to find some beefcake on his personal Web site. I got as far as its home page, where irritating reggae music assaults you and instructions invite you to choose between entering “easy” or “real easy.”
Now there’s the McConaughey I know and loathe!