By 2018, your half-memory of seeing “Gold” will clarify the instant you see a photo of Matthew McConaughey in it. The one-time matinee idol has again masterfully metamorphosed himself, this time into a manic, messed-up noodge with male pattern baldness. Think Woody Harrelson in “Kingpin” times a Dwight Yoakam scumbag divided by Christian Bale’s awards-chasing booze gut from “American Hustle.” Certainly, whatever impression the film leaves is due almost solely to the Oscar winner – who rides the line between wily iconoclast and abrasive asshole skillfully enough for you to retain rooting interest.
Gold
Gold
Gold
By 2018, your half-memory of seeing “Gold” will clarify the instant you see a photo of Matthew McConaughey in it. The one-time matinee idol has again masterfully metamorphosed himself, this time into a manic, messed-up noodge with male pattern baldness. Think Woody Harrelson in “Kingpin” times a Dwight Yoakam scumbag divided by Christian Bale’s awards-chasing booze gut from “American Hustle.” Certainly, whatever impression the film leaves is due almost solely to the Oscar winner – who rides the line between wily iconoclast and abrasive asshole skillfully enough for you to retain rooting interest.