Reimagining A Christmas Carol as a rom-com about a caddish lothario (Matthew McConaughey) who, after visitations from the ghosts of girlfriends past, present, and future, sees the error of his womanizing ways and commits to his one true love (Jennifer Garner), may’ve seemed like an ingenious concept. After all, Dickens’ classic has seen countless incarnations—as a comedy, as a musical—but as far as I know, this is its first stint as a chick flick.
But there's an inherent flaw in the concept (and execution) of Ghosts of Girlfriends Past and it reveals itself pretty quickly.
You see, by the end of A Christmas Carol, nasty ol' Ebenezer does become something of a cuddly grandfather figure to the Cratchits and Tiny Tim, but he’s not—you know—boyfriend material. And while McConaughey is certainly convincing as the sleazy, self-adoring, unrepentent lady’s man, he may be a little too convincing. We hope for much better for Garner’s witty and with-it Jenny.