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Review: 'Ghosts of Girlfriends Past'

Matthew McConaughey's latest romantic comedy hauls out all the clichés and dumb dialogue for a predictable end.

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Just in case you can't get enough of the romantic comedy oeuvre of Matthew McConaughey, Mark Waters's "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past" is here to remind you that, yes, some films of his are even worse than "Failure to Launch," "Surfer, Dude," and "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." It's not McConaughey's fault, exactly. He's an OK actor and he's amiable enough. In the Golden Age of Hollywood he probably would have had a high old time performing in swashbucklers or war movies or westerns. The famed glamour photographer George Hurrell would have taken some mean shots of him in a tux.

But this is not then, folks. Would-be snappy romantic comedies need snappy scripts. Few things in the movies are more dispiriting than watching movie stars get all googly while spouting dialogue that wouldn't pass muster on a routine sitcom. And that's pretty much the case with "Ghosts," which even has the temerity to lift a few leaves from "A Christmas Carol." I guarantee you, if Charles Dickens were alive today, he might well be writing movies but he sure as shootin' wouldn't have written "Ghosts."

McConaughey's Connor Mead is a renowned fashion photographer and world-class Lothario who thinks nothing of utilizing a conference call to break up with multiple girlfriends. When his kid brother Paul (Breckin Meyer) invites him to his wedding at the swank Rhode Island estate of their late Uncle Wayne, Connor tries to bust it up. He doesn't want his brother to wreck his life.

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