Okay, we get it, Matthew McConaughey. You’re playing the part of an AIDS patient in some movie coming up soon but brother, it’s past time for you to have a cheeseburger, already.
More photos came out today of the man women usually find irresistible, and he’s looking like something the cat harfed up. He’s a skeletal shadow of himself and looks nothing like the Magic Mike super-buff stripper all the ladies were sighing over just a couple months ago.
Now he’s gaunt and haggard and if you saw this guy walking down the street toward you and you didn’t know who he was, you’d cross the street or start digging in your pocket so you could hand the bum a couple of quarters.
Seems he’s getting all skinny to play in a new film role in The Dallas Buyer’s Club, which tells the story of drug addict Ron Woodruff. Apparently, back in the 1980s, Woodruff contracted HIV and became one of the first AIDS activists, so he was a very ill man indeed. But we have to wonder what McConaughey’s very hot, and often-pregnant wife, Camilla Alves, thinks about her husband being half the man he used to be.
So we get it, this is a big role. It’s a lot bigger than his Magic Mike role and he might actually get some award nods for it.
But at what price? Extreme starvation can cause a big toll on your internal organs, and it doesn’t look like our buddy Matt has had as much as a peanut butter sandwich in months.
“I’m playing a guy who was sick and would have loved to have been healthier but wasn’t. For me, it’s more of a mental thing than a physical thing.
So in other words, he thinks it’s a spiritual journey. Matt! It’s a MOVIE. You’re not the freaking Dalai Lama. And in case anyone’s forgotten (and I guarantee you, the women haven’t), here’s what he looked like a couple months ago in Magic Mike, when he says he was in the best shape of his life:
McConaughey said he’s lost 30 pounds and likely will lose a bit more before this move starts filming. Luckily, the part where he’s playing a sick guy is being filmed first, so after that part’s over maybe he can scarf down some Big Macs or something.
But dang, buddy, what happened to that naked bongo-banging pothead we used to like so much?