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Ever imagined what would happen if Charles Dickens was a mediocre screen writer living in the 21st Century, struggling to reel out an emotionally void script for a quick sale to the highest bidder?
That's pretty much what this movie is, a poor modern day adaptation of literary classic A Christmas Carol.
The film stars Matthew McConaughey as Connor Mead, an ambitious and talented photographer, who is just as gifted with the ladies as he is with a camera. Women flock to him and are unable to resist his transparent, clichŽ charm.
All that changes when his younger brother is about to get married and Conner (being the ever-loving bachelor he is) tries to talk him out of it, stressing the fun and unadulterated joy of moving from one woman to the next.
The night before the wedding, Connor delivers a drunken speech at the rehearsal dinner where he says that love isn't real, he's met by the ghost of his Uncle Wayne (Michael Dogulas), a Hefner-esque playboy who taught Conner everything he knows about women and how to mistreat them.
Uncle Wayne informs him that, over the course of the evening, he'll be visited by three ghosts who will lead him through his romantic past, present, and future. Conner is visited by the ghosts who aim to show him the error of his womanising ways in an attempt to turn him into a one woman type of guy.
There is an awful and truly gut wrenching scene featuring a montage with Cyndi Lauper's 'Time After Time' as the backing track, which thankfully I have almost forgotten.
This film is transparent, boring and tedious, the only exception being the rare occasions when Jennifer Garner is on screen, at least giving the audience something pleasant to look at.
Showing in Seef II and Saar Cineplex
