It's official - Matthew McConaughey is a creep. In a purely screen-based sense, he gives far better slime than he ever did slush (remember Ghosts of Girlfriends Past? If not, consider yourself profoundly fortunate) and if his current slate is anything to go by, he knows it.
He's following up his compellingly oily turn in last year's The Lincoln Lawyer with a pair of sleazy roles in what can only be described as "redneck-sploitation" ; flicks. Later this year, Lee Daniels's divisive Cannes contender The Paperboy will likely cement McConaughey's creep credentials, but for now he's the titular hitman in William Friedkin's lurid, lascivious new thriller.