We get it...now put your shirt on...please?

My apologies for the last post, I was in a bad place. Now...back to business.

Our nation seems to be primarily composed of closet masochists. At least I'm assuming so. What other explanation could there be for allowing Matthew McConaughey to star in such cinematic atrocities? Fools Gold, Failure to Launch, Surfer Dude, The Wedding Planner, How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, the list goes on, each film more painful than the last. Picture Woody Harrelson choking to death on a poorly written script.

What happened to the good old days when his castings were limited to such poignant roles as 2nd Guy and Rental Truck Guy? Maybe him and that DiCaprio fellow will shoot a film together, thus suffocating each other to death in fits of incorrigible megalomania. Here's to hoping.

(Note: Opinions expressed herein are the opinions of Bahil and him alone. All opinions are founded on movie trailers, and not whole films. Should he have actually watched any of the aforementioned films, the urge to fasten a plastic bag snugly on his head with an entire roll of duct tape while playing in the tub cradling a plugged in toaster would have been unbearable.)