Usually when anyone mentions Matthew McConaughey they probably think of that unfortunate bongo incident, his tendency to be shirtless – not a problem in my opinion – or his other tendency to appear in fairly vapid romantic comedies.
But I saw The Lincoln Lawyer last night, and he’s talented. Not to mention unreasonably sexy and well kept for a man of his age. Yes, he’s a hollywood actor, and it’s their job to stay in perfect physical condition. But we all know that between movies, the gents are prone to let themselves slide.
Not our Matty. He’s that perfect late 30s early 40s man, with the broad shoulders and narrow hips of an exercise hound but the thick and juicy appeal of a perfectly seasoned steak. 
That unconcious flavor ran rampant throughout The Lincoln Lawyer. Everything about it was sexy. From the hip hop infused soundtrack to the way Matty would look at Marisa Tomei when she wasn’t looking back. Even when he was shitty drunk or agonizing over a startling plot twist, eyes bulging, sweat beading on the brow, he retained this seething undercurrent of sex. Like, a woman watching would think, po’ baby; I’d fuck this guy, if only to make him feel better about all he’s been through! LOL
Then there was the attitude. Matty’s character Michael Haller talked shit from the first frame of this film to the last, and I’ve always loved smooth talkers. To be able to assauge a large group of brawny bearded bikers in one scene – and get them to fork over a knot of money – and convince the bad boy of the piece that he’s not the sharpest tack in the box, is the epitome of sexy. 
You’ve got to admire a guy who’s about his money on one hand, spending time with the family with the other and using every other fabulously toned, tanned thing to ensure justice prevails.
I love stories like that.
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