Maintaining a consistent career trajectory in the withering Hollywood spotlight is no mean feat, and is unfortunately seemingly easier for men.
Matthew McConaughey has drifted along amicably in the wilds of the foreign press as little more than a stoner adonis, a grinning torso for Versace spouting the likeable dreck we remember him so fondly for in Dazed and Confused.
But in the last two years, he has made some of the most interesting choices of anyone in his medium and made the transition from movie star to actor. From portraying a beefcake catcher’s mitt that revelled in the sleaze of Soderbergh’s Magic Mike to diving head first into Lee Daniels’ completely unhinged The Paperboy, it’s been supremely compelling to watch a relatively vanilla performer take some serious risks.
And what more definitive way to complete the chrysalis than by graduating from the Christian Bale Academy of frightening method acting to play the extremely demanding role of a nihilistic, homophobic rodeo cowboy turned calculating messiah following a diagnosis of being HIV positive?


































