Matthew McConaughey is Moondog, a womanising stoner poet and self-proclaimed “bottom feeder” (“I gotta go low to get high,” he slurs). Depending on who you ask, writer-director Harmony Korine is either an irritant or a provocateur; here, his avatar, Moondog, is a genius with no ambition, filthy rich with lowbrow tastes. The film’s vaudevillian misadventures lack jeopardy and are often played for straight comedy, boosted by cameos from Zac Efron, Jonah Hill, Jimmy Buffett and Snoop Dogg. It’s not unfunny watching McConaughey smoke a joint from between Isla Fisher’s toes, but some viewers may find themselves less enamoured of Moondog than the film is.
