Monday, September 12, 2011

Ghost of Girlfriends Past - 2009 - Hugh Hefner should be so lucky.


Maybe I just have a man-crush on Matthew McConaughey, but I haven’t seen a movie he’s starred in yet that I didn’t like and Ghosts of Girlfriends Past is no different. McConaughey plays his usual part as hunky bachelor who accidentally finds love using his cocky and witty banter in this Christmas Carol twist.

Connor Mead (McConaughey) is a photographer and infamous womanizer and makes no excuses about it. He treats women like toys to be romanced, bedded, and tossed away (you know, like how every man fantasizes about but doesn’t have the balls to follow). After all, he’s just following in in Uncle Wayne’s (Michael Douglas) footsteps. Uncle Wayne, now dead, would have been proud in his nephew “Dutch,” and says so in a ghostly visit, but there’s a problem. Even such a lascivious lifestyle as he had led, will leave you empty and lonely in death, a fate Connor does not want to behold.


Connor comes to Uncle Wayne’s estate to be the best man at his younger brother Paul’s (Breckin Meyer) wedding to Sandra Volkom (Lacey Chabert). As you can imagine, Connor is not thrilled with the idea of marriage, and says so, much to the dislike of the wedding guests, and one very disgruntled Jenny Perotti (Jennifer Garner), a former girlfriend and childhood sweetheart who is the wedding planner.

Uncle Wayne has arranged for three ghosts to visit Connor in an attempt to steer him in the right direction, and provide some entertainment for him. Girls from Connor’s past, present, and future will enlightened him and make him feel emotions he has buried long ago. We see the young love between Connor and Jenny grow, and thanks to missed opportunities, fizzle. We also see the loyalty Paul has for his brother unto the lonely funeral service for Connor himself.

The predictable, yet enjoyable conversion of Connor and his rekindling romance with Jenny ensue as Connor needs to play an essential part in saving the wedding from never happening, some the fault of Connor, but mostly not of his doing.

This movie scores points on the wife “mushiness meter,” and you can expect the revelations of Connor to strike a chord in your movie partner, mainly because with as much as a jerk he is, you’re issues seem much more forgivable. If you’re in the mood for a happy ending (movie wise), and want to see love triumph, catch this movie on DVD on On Demand. It’s worth a look.   

Speaking of look, Anne Archer, who plays the mother of the bride, seems to be aging very well. Wonder if she’s looking for a boy toy with a pot belly? 

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