By Christy Lemire, Associated Press
You will be shocked — shocked! — to learn that in Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, Matthew McConaughey plays an arrogant womanizer who coasts on his looks and charm but eventually realizes that love does matter after all.
Call it laziness, call it finding your niche. You’ve seen McConaughey in this sort of role before, usually with Kate Hudson as his co-star. (Jennifer Garner stands in as the voice of reason this time.)
You’ve also seen Ghosts of Girlfriends Past before, in countless variations of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. But you won’t see Dickens credited anywhere, even though the plot finds McConaughey, as playboy photographer Connor Mead, reluctantly revisiting the myriad women he has wronged with the ghosts of girlfriends past, present and future as his guides. You can count the jokes that work on one hand; the rest is pratfalls and predictability.
When we first meet Connor in his Manhattan photo studio, he’s propositioning his lingerie-clad models; later, he’ll break up with three women simultaneously by video conference while his latest conquest (R&B singer Christina Milian) waits on the couch. How he scores with his cheesy pickup lines is baffling; perhaps he blinds them into submission with the impossible whiteness of his teeth.
All the women, except Garner’s character, are malleable sluts willing not only to jump into bed with Connor but also stupid enough to fall in love with him. Some of them have dated him for two days or an hour. All of them are miffed, or worse. But the gag is never particularly funny because it takes such an insultingly limited and cliched view of what constitutes female sexual independence.
Forced to return to his childhood home of Newport, R.I., to see brother Paul (Breckin Meyer) get married, Connor uses the opportunity to try to bed more women (including the bride’s mother, played by a sexy, underused Anne Archer).
But he also finds himself experiencing unexpected, unfinished feelings for childhood friend and former flame Jenny (Garner in a thankless straight-woman role) who seems too smart and accomplished to let someone vapid like Connor still tug at her.
So when Connor meets up with the ghost of his Uncle Wayne, an old-school player who taught him everything he knows about scamming but now insists his life was empty without love, he resists but eventually succumbs when old memories are stirred. (With his deep tan, ascot and sunglasses, Michael Douglas plays the role in an apparent homage to Robert Evans. Emma Stone, meanwhile, mostly grates as the ghost of girlfriends past, still 16 with frizzy hair and braces.)
There’s only one way such an obvious romantic comedy can end: That’s right, with a last-minute, mad dash to the airport.
Cast: Matthew McConaughey, Jennifer Garner, Michael Douglas.
Director: Mark Waters.
Screenwriters: Jon Lucas, Scott Moore.
Producers: Brad Epstein, Jonathan Shestack.
A New Line release. Running time: 100 minutes. Sexual content throughout, some language and a drug reference. Playing at area theaters.