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Matthew McConaughey’s character isn’t particularly attractive – visually or otherwise – in “Gold” (2016). Given the fact that much of McConaughey’s popularity rests in aesthetics, it’s not surprising this movie was quickly shuffled into the discount bin at Blockbuster (theoretically, I mean, after all, the movie is set in the 1980s). That’s too bad, because if you can see through the haze of Seagram’s and Marlboro, there’s a complex and interesting story (and Bryce Dallas Howard) there. Maybe too complex (the story, not Bryce). But it’s not like you’re tired of 1980s-based films about commodities dealing (“Trading Places” was a long time ago).


I get the fact that Martin Scorsese needs to move on from the Mafia to a new generation of criminals, which explains “The Wolf of Wall Street” (2013). I’m just not sure what I was supposed to get out of this movie. It’s voyeuristic fun watching the decadent rise and unsurprising fall of pump-and-dump stock millionaire Jordan Belfort, as played by Leonardo DiCaprio. At several points, however, we’re fed the notion that Belfort was somehow helping everyone else while he was helping himself. That’s just typical self-serving sales bullshit, but not surprising. A salesman’s first priority is to sell himself.

Two things. First, is Channing Tatum in every friggin movie? Second, what does it say about a movie when Channing Tatum is “the smart one?” Now that I’ve got that off my chest, let’s talk about “Magic Mike” (2012). It’s about strippers and bullshit. Matthew McConaughey reminds me of a boss I had that kept saying he was going to get that paperwork glitch taken care of and never did. Except he’s half naked. McConaughey, not my ex-boss. Tatum plays mentor to a douchebag wannabe something-or-other. Thank god for Cody Horn, who plays an uptight older sister with adorable frowniness.