'Gold' Doesn't Pan Out

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When the pair return to the U.S. with news of one of the biggest gold strikes in history, the wolves, sharks and assorted vermin of Wall Street come pounding on their door for a piece of the golden pie. It looks like our boys have it made — but, of course, their problems are only beginning.

In his earlier films Syriana and Traffic, director Stephen Gaghan displayed remarkable skill at relating complex parallel story lines without disorienting his audience. Here, though, with a relatively straightforward tale to tell, he complicates matters unnecessarily. One-third of the way into the film, we suddenly discover we've been in flashback mode the entire time when Kenny pops up, telling his story to FBI agents. Meanwhile, the script takes any number of patience-testing detours.

These side trips include, among other things, a walk through a tiger's den and an amorous entanglement with an investment executive who has her eye on our roly-poly Kenny. Scenes go on way too long. One argument between Kenny and his girlfriend (Bryce Dallas Howard) in a hotel suite involves so much ineffectual stomping from room to room that I expected the folks downstairs to start pounding a broomstick on their ceiling.

Still, there's the mesmeric McConaughey, his shirt buttons barely closing (he gained 40 pounds for the role), the few remaining hairs on his head perpetually askew, lurching about with front teeth so huge that he resembles Bugs Bunny doing a Groucho Marx impersonation. At times he looks less like the trim, tuxedoed Adonis you see driving a Lincoln Continental in those TV commercials and more like the grease monkey you'd see rolling under one.

His Kenny isn't lovable, and if he sat next to you on a bus, you'd start thinking about another seat. But he's that eager-to-please salesman you buy from out of pity, that socially awkward co-worker you can't help joining at his lonely cafeteria table. Beyond the cosmetic achievement, McConaughey has created a character who is hypnotically watchable and oddly sympathetic in his clueless repulsiveness.

It's easy to see that Gaghan was aiming for a bang-bang, over-the-top exposé of human ambition and excess in the vein of American Hustle, or perhaps even The Wolf of Wall Street. Unfortunately, this Gold standard falls considerably short.

Bill Newcott is a writer, editor and movie critic for AARP Media.