

But McConaughey also played a fang-toting, weird-beard dragon slayer in Reign of Fire, a skeezy sheriff in the underappreciated John Sayles classic Lone Star, a ballsy submariner in the tricky, fun World War II thriller U-571; he even stole part of the show as the morally torn TiVo-toting super-agent in Tropic Thunder. These roles cannot be forgotten.

Now, after two years off, he's back with three movies that ought to get him kicked off the Kate Hudson Express once and for all: The Lincoln Lawyer, a wheeling courtroom drama that opened in March, followed by Bernie, a Richard Linklater comedy, and the shoot-'em-up Killer Joe, about a man who takes a hit out on his mother.

So McConaughey has taken another turn, and it's perfectly okay to root for the guy again. Fact is, he deserves it.

"I'm not going to trip myself running downhill," he says. "I did that at times of my life. When I first got famous, it was odd. Pow-pow-pow-pow. Opportunities. That's why I got the hell out of Dodge and went to Peru. Till I felt like I could stay there."
"Nine to thirteen days," I say.
He pokes me then — bip — right in the ribs. "Hey, did I answer your question about cynicism?"


I nod. This is my habit. "Pencil," I say.
"You're an observer," he says. Source: www.esquire.com



