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Vanity, Thy Name Is McConaughey

Surfer, Dude Real-Time Review / Agent Bedhead

Film Reviews | January 16, 2009 | Comments (32)


Matthew McConaughey has finally achieved his shirtless opus. Directed by S.R. Bindler (Hands On A Hard Body), Surfer Dude is, well, nothing at all. It’s not even Zen but, instead, merely an excuse for McConaughey and his buds to hang out and (sort of) get paid for it. For this film, Matthew McConaughey is now pretty much dead to me.

0:10: McConaughey is shirtless and surfing. Oddly, this does not surprise me at all.

0:45: Surfer, Dude is a “j.k. livin production.” This means that McConaughey couldn’t find anyone to fund this doobie, so he pulled the dinero out of his own pocket. Guess what “j.k. livin” stands for? It’s an abbreviation for McConaughey’s motto in life, to “just keep livin.” Well, hell. If he hadn’t told me to “just keep livin,” I may very well have forgotten to do so. So, thanks, McConaughey, for my life.

1:00: Oh hell. McConaughey is wearing those stupid white and black striped shorts that popped up in so many shirtless beach jogs for the paparazzi over the past few summers. Please tell me he doesn’t wear these for the entire flick.

1:20: McConaughey plays “legendary soul surfer” Steve Addington. Funny, this character laughs just like McConaughey does. Great.

1:43: Great news, y’all. Addington is heading home, to Malibu, for a summer vacation and to star in a reality teevee program for “surfing icon” and “television producer” Eddie Zarno (Jeffrey Nordling). A bunch of surfers are gonna live in a house together and party all summer. That place is gonna smell like semen, sunblock, and wet ass crack.

2:32: A barefooted Addington drifts up to two airport security guards, who want to know about the big wad of cash in his carry-on luggage. They also ask what he does for a living, and, boy, are they unimpressed when Addington, with a perfectly straight face, answers, “Surfer.”

3:50: Addington is calling someone while leaning on a window with a little “j.k. livin” scribble on the window. That sly little bastard. We see a pothead put down his bong and answer the phone to hear, “Duuude!” at the other end. This cycle replays itself two more times. Then, all of a sudden, Addington and three buddies are frolicking within a group hug on the beach. It’s lookin’ pretty gay from here, folks.

5:02: The four dudes catch some tasty waves in slo-mo while the opening credits continue. It is alleged that four screenwriters worked on this flick, but the veracity of this factoid really depends on what your definition of “work” is.

5:45: Apropos of nothing, McConaughey’s real-life girlfriend, Camilla Alves, walks by with a basket of fruit on her head.

6:00: We’re still working on the opening credits because, apparently, potheads like to take their time.

6:15: Addington visits his manager, Jack (Woody Harrelson), who is wearing a McConaughey wig, which looks quite fetching in an aging stoner sort of way. Jack looks at Addington seriously and says, “We got worries. Serious financial worries, bra.” Woody keeps rambling while Addington watches some of his own surfing footage.

7:05: Finally, Addington hands Jack a joint to make him shut the fuck up. It totally works. They smoke up and reminisce on the good ol’ days.

7:56 Whoa. We’re in New York City now to meet Addington’s unlikely (and very predictable) love interest. Her name is Danni Martin (Alexie Gilmore), but Addington is just gonna call her “East Coast” because he doesn’t bother to learn her fucking name. Danni’s father tries to talk her out of going to Malibu to work on some stupid reality teevee program with a bunch of weirdos. The foreshadowing here is too much for me to handle, dude.

8:31: Why does Jack call most people “bro” but reserves his use of “braaaaaaa” for Addington alone? There must be some surfer significance to this. Regardless, Jack is freaking out. They smoke some doobage, and Jack feels better.

9:00: Damn, I’ve really got the munchies now.

10:21: The two go to Zarno’s “reality house.” A totally baked Addington stares blankly at a flatscreen television that simulates a fish tank: “Something’s wrong with these fish, dude.”

10:35: Just momentarily cruised thru a sample of McConaughey’s audio commentary at this point of the movie: “Two things we wanted to establish at this point of the movie: bare feet and joints.” I think that’s quite enough of that special feature.

12:35: Some genius gets the bright idea to put virtual reality shades on Addington, who completely flips out (“WHOA. Whoa.”) when he catches a glimpse of the futcha!
Tip: Never put a baked dude in virtual reality glasses.

14:14: Elsewhere in the house, a Puerto Rican surfer named Lupe “Shreddin’ Sensation” La Rosa (Ramon Rodriguez) is on a virtual reality board and riding some crashing surf against a green screen. Lupe actually makes comment upon Addington’s stubby arms. HAhahahaha!

15:41: All is going well, and Jack is bouncing off the walls (“This place is SO pretty!”) until Addington tries to light up a joint and is informed of a no-smoking policy inside the house. Uh-oh, the man’s trying to bring down the surfer, dude!

16:15: Outside, two female producers (a blonde named Stacey and East Coast girl) from the reality show spot Addington smoking his doobie. They’re rolling tape, but he doesn’t seem to notice when bragging, “I’m not some assclown in a green room. I’m a surfer, dude.” Cue existential crisis.

17:20: Addington goes to visit Farmer Bob (Willie Nelson), who is described on the DVD cover as a “guardian angel” but is really just a marijuana dealer. Farmer Bob’s home makes Malibu look like a third-world nation.

18:32: Back at the reality house, one of the show’s “stars,” April May (K.D. Aubert), makes a pass at Addington. One of his buddies runs up afterwards and says, “She’s a siren, bro!” Okay, so one of the screenwriters read some Homer, which may lead to Addington stuffing wax into his ears later. Ehh, probably not.

20:43: In Zarno’s office, Stacey and East Coast show off their recently acquired Addington footage. Zarno comments on a “little moment” between Addington and East Coast, and she becomes stiffly uncomfortable and is clearly trying to channel some unresolved sexual tension as in Agent Dana Scully, but it doesn’t work. Mostly, East Coast looks constipated.

23:50: Back to the “reality” house where the show is taping a righteous party with lots of bikini babes to entertain the surfers. Whoo, I see boobies. Bam! Boobies are multiplying exponentially. If you expect me to count them, you’re shit out of luck.

24:35: Fabricated drama alert. Lupe contronts Addington in a scripted sort of manner. Then, it becomes clear that Lupe and April may are “together.” April stares into the camera as she rejects Addington, who shrugs and walks off.

Zarno is still courting Addington, who refuses to sign Zarno’s huge check. So, Zarno throws the check in the fire, and Addington walks away in his chronic daze.

28:23: At Addington’s bungalow, April May is waiting inside for him. She throws him down on the bed. As she begins to ride him, he groans, “Duuuuuuuuuude.”

28:44: Well, that was quick.

29:30: Addington wakes up with a joint stuck to his lower lip. Outside, the waves have suddenly and inexplicably disappeared. All of them. Gone.

31:03: 13 days without waves. Addington is on the beach in those fucking white and black striped shorts. Birds are all over the place, yo. I wish they’d just crap all over those fucking shorts. Addington is sad because April May’s evil, magic pussy made the waves go away.

31:20: Addington is on the case of the missing waves: “Something’s bogus, dude.” He’s gonna take action: “No more women ‘till we get waves.” No one cares until Addington adds, “No more WEED ‘till we get waves.” Now the dudes are fired up.

32:48: Zarno decides to smoke Addington out of his “surfer” complex, pronto, and make him realize he’s just an advertising asset. So, Zarno freezes Addington’s expense accounts.

35:45: Addington & Jack go and beg Zarno for some sponsorship dinero, but Zarno only wants Matty on the reality show. Zarno plays an edited version of the footage that Stacey and East Coast recorded earlier. Jack gets pissed, and Zarno gets all hot because this is gonna make some excellent footage.

36:30: Jack is gonna kick some Addington ass. Fight! Fight!

37:00: Okay, just kidding about the fight. Not really, but Jack wusses out, calls Zarno a “fascist bastard asshole,” and leaves the room. Then, East Coast busts in and tells Zarno he’s unethical and a fuckin’ asshole, so Zarno fires her on the spot.

37:38: Addington figures out there are cameras everywhere. Lupe busts into the room and tries to a start fight with Addington. Then, April May enters and accuses Addington of stalking her. East Coast shows up to rescue Addington, but Lupe throws a right hook, and Addington passes out.

38:16: We have a McConaughey down on aisle four. I repeat, McConaughey is down.

38:57: East Coast and fake bake are there when Addington regains consciousness. Jack is in jail for throwing a brick through Zarno’s car roof. Stacey says it’s so romantic, like a Jane Austen novel. Obviously.

39:21: Addington is sleeping and dreaming of surfing. Awww. He’s laughing and snorting in his sleep. When he finally wakes up, he is still wearing those bloody fucking shorts.

40:11: Addington wakes up at Stacey’s house. She’s, um, cooking breakfast for him. He’s totally wondering if they did it. This is sorta like a gender reversal of that Sixteen Candles scene where Caroline wakes up in The Geek’s arms.

OMFG. Addington actually just asked Stacey if they screwed. They didn’t.

41:22: Scene changes abruptly when Addington goes to Jack’s place. Jack is still in jail and his wife, Luanne (Cassandra Hepburn), is selling mowers because they’re out of dinero! Addington feels all awful and shit.

41:46: Addington walks down the road and some dudes drive by and throw food at him. Awesome.

42:10: 29 days without waves. Addington is sitting cross-legged and naked on his porch and is playing a didgeridoo. East Coast walks in and is yelling, “Hello?” Damn, Addington has a white ass. East Coast can’t stop talking right at it, either.

43:11: All of a sudden, Addington yells, “Mexico!” and then stands up naked. He and his penis stalk right over to East Coast. “You got any wheels?” She sort of nods; he smacks her ass and runs out to her car. She grabs those fucking shorts of his and follows. They make a run for the border.

43:03: I hope they’re getting ready to burn those fucking shorts in a ritual sacrifice.

45:05: Whoa, dude. It’s Mexico! I know this because the music has changed from seemingly endless “reggae” to what I’m going to assume is the música norteña that is typical of Baja California. That’s what Wikipedia just told me, so don’t fucking ask.

45:19: No waves here either. Addington runs towards the water like an angry ape searching for the last banana on Earth (or a slice of Fay Wray). As he realizes the truth, he drops to his knees with a pathetic, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Dude is crying.

45:30: Crying has turned to screams of frustration.

45:37: East Coast accepts a bottle from Cerveza Dude (Scott Glenn), and they both watch as Addington begins to fling huge boulders into the ocean.

45:46: Stacey is dressed up like a “Baywatch” lifeguard and is practicing lines from a script. East Coast calls, and Stacey calls her a “disgusting slut.”

You know what would make this film slightly less painful? Satan’s vagina.

46:22: Addington is in a tree. Some boy calls him “Americano.” OMFG. This is just like Blow but with weed instead of coke!

47:11: Addington and the boy are gathering wood for a huge fucking campfire. Then, Addington pours gasoline on wood while the boy screams, “Nononono!” Addington lights the fire and is promptly blown back on his slacker ass. Addington rubs ashes on his face and walks forlornly into the fog.

49:16: 42 days without waves! Addington is doing some sort of tribal chanting and dance on the beach while holding fists full of branches from palm trees (?!). And, yes, he’s still wearing those same fucking shorts. Costume department, can we please do something about this?

50:09: Cerveza Dude and East Coast are discussing Addington while he paces on the beach, lookin’ for waves. East Coast says he’s eaten nothing at all, so, by all accounts, Addington should be dead. Cerveza Dude holds up something really gross and identifies it as a “big fucking monster bud.” As Cerveza Dude looks on in horror, Addington passes on the weed!

51:03: Addington and East Coast are watching film reels of him riding the waves. She asks him what is so special about surfing. Addington says surfing is like the wind, like, it’s the same mystery. East Coast wonders why the fuck this film is being made at all.

52:10: All of a sudden, Addington feels the waves coming, so he picks up East Coast and swings her around on the beach. She’s all sorts of fucking confused, but, apparently, she’s all sorts of into him too. So, he kisses her. And, yes, he’s still wearing those same fucking shorts. Then, as the sun goes down, they screw. Addington sleeps, dreaming of watching himself surf.

53:21: No waves yet! East Coast wakes up on the beach while Matty watches the water. She is enamored of him. He is confused about everything. They say goodbye to Cerveza Dude and drive off. Addington drives right by the kid and keeps on going.

55:19: East Coast drops Addington off at his little bungalow. He says, “Later, East Coast.” How romantic. After she leaves, Addington sees several eviction notices pasted on his door. Bogus!

56:43: Addington’s friends pick him up, and they all have smoke some “hairy buuud.” Cops pull their car over. They all run. Addington throws the weed into the bush. Addington is caught by some cops who recognize him. Wait, it’s just the other surfer guys from the show, and all his buds are in on the joke: “It’s some kind of digital alchemy!” The dudes heckle him while he walks away.

59:26: Addington stands on the beach. AGAIN. Seagull flies overhead. Please shit on this fucker.

59:40: 58 days without waves. Addington is squatting by the water instead of just standing. Dude is pissed that there are no waves, so he goes to talk to Zarno about it. Addington signs the contract by scrawling “Add” and a little drawing of a smiley sun afterwards. A nice touch.

62:55: Whoa. Addington has electrodes all over his body, and he’s putting on the virtual reality visor and faux-surfing on a board. Addington feels the fake waves and purposely wipes out. This is getting trippy, dude.

66:49: Addington is with Farmer Bob again. They are both smiling and saying, “Dude,” while staring at a bunch of goats because, like, Addington is the shepherd.

69:45: East Coast girl’s father shows up. Evidently, Rich Daddy bought the reality show and fires Zarno. What the hell?

70:44: Cue blissfully happy ending. Addington takes a bunch of goats to Jack’s house and introduces them as “Your new mowers, bra.” Then, Addington walks down the road, and two emo surf guys stop their car and walk up to him. They all do high-fives, and Addington walks to ocean to see that the waves are really coming back.

72:09: Everyone surfs. Addington tells East Coast girl’s dad how much he liked boning his daughter. Also, I’m pretty sure that all of the joints in this film are filled with authentic marijuana.

Agent Bedhead (a.k.a. “Kimberly”) lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She can be found at agentbedhead.com.


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Comments

Matthew McConaughey has finally achieved his shirtless opus.

Reduuuuundant!

Posted by: Sabrina at January 16, 2009 1:24 PM

So, it was a bit like .. um ... a bit like driving sheet-metal screws into your eyes while being viciously spanked by midgets in luchador masks?

Posted by: The Wanderer at January 16, 2009 1:31 PM

Wanderer I didn't see you at that club.

Posted by: admin at January 16, 2009 1:37 PM

Seriously though, I read the intro and could go no further. I just can't do it to myself.

Posted by: admin at January 16, 2009 1:38 PM

OK I tried to read this, but I couldn't get far because I had no fucking clue what was going on and didn't care. I do know that "bare feet and joints" is going to be my new motto in life, though.

Posted by: Sabrina at January 16, 2009 1:42 PM

Wait! You didn't tell us how they got the waves to return. I hope it was by sacrificing those shorts on an altar to Godtopus.

Posted by: rlr260 at January 16, 2009 1:45 PM

"That place is gonna smell like semen, sunblock, and wet ass crack."

Add dirty feet and B.O. to the mix -- a very manly cocktail!

And Scott Glenn . . . in this movie??? Scott, we hardly knew ye!

Posted by: jimbob at January 16, 2009 1:48 PM

And now, to say something I haven't said since Prom: I can't believe I finished the whole thing. As much as I have the hots for Mcconahowthefuckareyousupposedtospellthis, there is no way in HELL I'm seeing this. Brilliant review though, AB.

Posted by: Jeremy Feist at January 16, 2009 1:50 PM

Yeah, I had to give up after 15 minutes. If I can't read a recap, it boggles my mind that someone could actually write one. Kudos, Agent Bedhead. You fell on a joint with this one.

Posted by: Marra at January 16, 2009 1:55 PM

I think I read the same paragraph about six times. The time stamp kept changing, but I wasn't fooled. Sounds like, and forgive the blasphemy, not even rippling abs and exponentially multiplying boobies can save this piece.

Posted by: Erica O. at January 16, 2009 2:01 PM

This entire movie sounds like one of those long and complicated dreams you half-remember on waking, and as you ramble off the list of everything that happened, you keep remembering more and more random things. "And then I was this surfer, and we were getting stoned, and then there was an orgy party, and then this girl got mad at me, and then waves stopped coming into the beach and I sat around watching it a lot, and then I decided to stop smoking weed until the waves came back, and then I found out there were TV cameras everywhere, and then I left and was in California, and then I drove to Mexico with this other girl who was in charge of the cameras I didn't know were there, and then we had sex on a beach, and then she dropped me off at this house, and then these cops almost get me and I run through the bushes but it's actually my old friends, and then this rich guy buys the TV show that the cameras belonged to, and then Wille Nelson was there and he was a farmer, and then I found out the rich guy was the girl's dad, and then the waves came back, and then I woke up.

Are we sure this isn't just a dream Matthew McConaughey had that got translated shot for shot to screen? Every bit of the story in this summary follows total dream logic.

Posted by: stipe42 at January 16, 2009 2:07 PM

stipe42, is it weird that your dream rendering of the movie made more sense to me than the actual review did?

Posted by: Sabrina at January 16, 2009 2:10 PM

Sabrina, dude maybe we have really old souls and they like can talk to each other, so we totally get what each other say.

[shakes head really hard]

Stupid McConaughey gave me a contact high through the interweb tubes.

Posted by: stipe42 at January 16, 2009 2:13 PM

I quit the review at around minute 30 relaising that I lost any understanding of and interest in whats going on

Posted by: Vladimir at January 16, 2009 2:15 PM

Good review Agent Bedhead, I look forward to reading more of your work.

Posted by: Pookie at January 16, 2009 2:15 PM

I felt like I had the munchies just reading the review!

The only thing Matty has ever been good in is Reign of fire, and that's because he's over the top and then dies awesomely.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at January 16, 2009 2:24 PM

Did it hurt your brain to write this review in surfer lingo? It hurt mine to read it...

Posted by: Pants at January 16, 2009 2:33 PM

Ok, um...McConaughey's lost it. not that he had it, really, but the potential is gone. sheesh, if i wanted to see a halfway decent pot movie, i'd watch smiley face. anna faris is waaaaaaay funnier than this dipshit.

Posted by: Scott at January 16, 2009 3:08 PM

So why would I want to watch a documentary about McC's daily life?

Whoo, I see boobies. Bam! Boobies are multiplying exponentially.

Good start, but sadly boobies alone do not a shitty stoner flick redeem. I'm gonna have to pass on this one - seriously, how does this kinda shit get greenlit anyway?

Posted by: lordhelmet at January 16, 2009 3:19 PM

I actually saw this movie (waiting for ferries over Christmas - not much else to do) and it is two hours of my life I will never get back. But for those wondering, the waves stopped because the reality TV guy was sucking the soul out of the purity that is surfing so when he was ousted and the good guys take over, the surf gods allowed the waves to return. Is it sad that I actually really paid attention to the movie too?

This might have made a cute teenage/summer/surfer movie but centering it on the 40 year old stoner made it kind of sad and depressing.

The dig about McShirtless' stubby arms was almost worth it though.

Posted by: Popsi_zen at January 16, 2009 3:29 PM

admin, I was at the back of the room biting the heads off whippets. (I'll leave out the part about the epileptic hooker, though - damn!)

Posted by: The Wanderer at January 16, 2009 3:33 PM

stubby arms

So, McConaughey was a Thalidomide baby. Explains a lot.

Posted by: sansho1 at January 16, 2009 3:51 PM

I think I have brain damage now, just from the review. How in the hell did you make it through this movie?

Posted by: Nadha at January 16, 2009 4:06 PM

As a 7th grade teacher my first assumption was that "j.k. livin" stands for just kidding living. McConaughey meet my friend Dr. Freud.

Posted by: Rachie at January 16, 2009 4:31 PM

You may as well have indulged in some primo dank weed AB, 'cause this movie was mind-numbingly bad and not even in a good way like Up In Smoke either.

Posted by: ph at January 16, 2009 7:16 PM

"You fell on a joint with this one."

More like a hand grenade. Thanks for saving the rest of us! Your posthumous Black Heart is in the mail.

Posted by: bucdaddy at January 16, 2009 11:50 PM

"You just got to keep livin'. Ell-eye-vee-eye-enn."

Posted by: Sean at January 17, 2009 12:27 PM

Was this a real movie? (I'm serious)

Posted by: courtney at January 17, 2009 1:32 PM

McConaughey-hey was middlin'-to-good in (in no particular order):

A Time To Kill
Frailty
(awesome, actually)
Contact
Lone Star
Amistad
(remember he was in that?)

...and since then he's been meh-to-bad.

Is it possible that marijuana really is bad for you?

Posted by: Jerce at January 18, 2009 11:33 PM

What. The flying. Fork. Why was this film necessary?

Posted by: Sweetie Dahling at January 19, 2009 12:35 PM

You summarize it so well. But I actually counted the boobies and the hits of weed:
http://www.stompandflow.com/2009/02/06/surfer-dude-movie-review/

Posted by: stomp and flow at February 6, 2009 5:16 PM

I found this movie hilarious. A brilliant portrayal of a subculture I am familiar with. While not a surfer, I can identify every character or scene with a paricular person or situation from my past. I can understand why many people would find this an awful movie, but I must give this movie credit for realistic dialogue (I am serious, some people talk like that), and a generally accurate portrayal of a subculture. A real brilliant gem of a movie to a few people, apparently a waste of time for those not familiar with/interested in hippie stoner culture.

Posted by: Devo at February 7, 2009 5:12 AM





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