A theory I’ve developed when it comes to romantic comedies: The plot is almost exactly the same every time, despite varying in scenario, concept, etc. What determines a good one from a bad one is how much the characters develop over the film and frankly, how witty and funny it is.
Ghosts of Girlfriends Past is yet another high-concept romantic comedy, but it borrows that high-concept from A Christmas Carol. (Sorry there Mr. Dickens) And the romance in the film feels conceited and tacked on. And the comedy? Non-existent. Beyond that two-second shot of the bride running to her destroyed wedding cake, screaming, “NO!!” The film begs us to symphatize with a self-centered jerk, and at the end that jerk is replaced in two seconds with a goody-two-shoes charmer.
Connor Mead (Matthew McConaughey, smooth and sly as ever) is a fashion photographer that gains and breaks up with girlfriends by the minute. (This is emphasized when in the beginning, he breaks up with three girls at the same time via conference call) He is cynical, selfish, and proclaims to ‘not believe in love’.
When he is invited to his brothers wedding for a weekend, he encounters his childhood girlfriend Jenny (Jennifer Garner). After making a fool of himself at dinner, he is visited by the ghost of his old Uncle Wayne (a deliciously loathable Michael Douglas), who has taught him his irresponsible ways. He will be visited by three ghosts to represent all his past, present, and future girlfriends. They will take him through his own romantic past, to help him get back his one love – Jenny.
Matthew McConaughey, in his seemingly nineteenth consecutive romantic comedy role, plays a complete, utter jerk. We are forced to stick with this jerk for 90 minutes, while he literally experiences his past over again. But suddenly he opts to be good for his crush, Jenny. As Jenny, Jennifer Garner has 15 minutes during which she looks…bored. Michael Douglas chews up the scenery as his Uncle Wayne, who despite being a ghost is probably the most developed character in the film.
We all know the ending, unless this is your first chick flick. The performances are (mostly) bland, its unfunny, without much in the way of romance, or humor, which tends to mostly be the saving point of chick flicks. Pointless garbage. D