The Joy of Positivity pick of the day is Harmony Korine's Demented Stoner Comedy The Beach Bum

I went to the beach with my wife's family last week and it reminded me how much I love this silly movie.

As befits a glorious lark that climaxes with anti-hero Moondog (Matthew McConaughey, in a half-assedly career-defining performance) setting tens of millions of dollars on fire, Harmony Korine’s deranged stoner comedy The Beach Bum is a wonderful waste.

It’s a stoner comedy whose most brilliant gag is that it exists at all, that an Academy-Award winning icon, an aging Enfant terrible of a writer-director and a supporting cast that includes Isla Fisher, Jonah Hill, Jimmy Buffet, Snoop Dogg, Zac Efron and Martin Lawrence all decided that it was worth their time to make a movie that’s barely a movie, with a story it could not care less about and, in Moondog, a protagonist who is heralded as a genius despise behaving like an X-rated human version of Spuds Mackenzie.

More than anything, The Beach Bum is a wild and wacky meditation on the Cult of Matthew McConaughey. It would be impossible to imagine The Beach Bum with anyone but Mr. Alright, Alright, Alright in the lead. Like Burt Reynolds in his prime, McConaughey has the curious distinction of being a scuzzy, almost feral Florida lowlife degenerate and an irresistible sex God men want to be and women want to fuck. Everyone wants to fuck Moondog even as the film goes to perverse lengths to make a longtime contender for world’s sexiest man dramatically less fuckable.