It's the story we've all been waiting for: rich boy super-misogynist gets an introspective look at his life's failings from a bunch of ghosts. That's right- this week we watched the McConaughey non-classic, Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. Join us as we give this film zero McConaugh-yays and ask ourselves: is Breckin Meyer a poor man's Paul Rudd? Was McConaughey's whole career just an inevitable trajectory to those Lincoln commercials?  and of course, is a somber rendition of O Canada enough to woo the casting directors of an elementary school musical? 
 
Please note we did not mention Jennifer Garner in this description as we think she deserves more