This week my partner Bob chose the movie for Movie Night, while I was still in the kitchen putting artichoke hearts on my salad: The Lost Bus (2025). I didn't even get a chance to read the description, but we almost always watch science fiction, fantasy, or horror, anything paranormal, so I figured the bus would be lost on a creepypasta highway that never ends.
Scene 1: The horribly run-down, drought-ridden town of Paradise in northern California. Matthew McConaughey, the hunkoid we recall from Dazed and Confused, Angels in the Outfield, and Boys on the Side, is almost unrecognizable as a grizzled, depressed school bus driver. He drops off kids at their houses. There are only six left. Then three. Then none.
"Wait -- is he going to get lost on the never-ending highway by himself?" I asked.
"This isn't a paranormal movie," Bob said.
No paranormal? Well, that's ok. Sometimes we watch comedies -- but this is definitely not a comedy. Or mysteries, if there's a gay character. So Matt's character is gay, and an amateur sleuth.
Scene 2: The extremely depressed Matt finishes his run, parks the bus at the bus yard, and asks the dispatcher for an extra shift.
Left: Matt's butt. He shows his cock on-screen two or three times (as in The Lincoln Lawyer, below), but it's too small to make out much.
"Sorry, but drivers with seniority get the first choice of the extra shifts, and you've only worked here for five minutes."
"But I'm desperately poor, and I have several dying relatives who need medicine!"
"Everybody who works here is desperately poor and has dying relatives. Next!"
Fuming with rage over the "injustice," Matt storms out, gets into his beat-up car, and zooms down the country roads.
This doesn't feel right. I put it on pause. "So the dispatcher is going to be murdered, with Matt the prime suspect?"
"This isn't a murder mystery."
And Matt's character is pure redneck. There are redneck gay men in real life, but in movies they all live in Manhattan and own twelve pairs of shoes.
Not a mystery, not a comedy, no paranormal, no gay character. WTF...
"Tell me he's not going to kidnap the kids. I don't do movies about kidnapped kids, crying and holding teddy bears. I was traumatized by the kidnapped boy whose Mom was singing "Que sera, sera" I can't even hear that song without screaming. Let's watch something else."Left: The boy was Christopher Olsen, in The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956). I saw the scene while my parents were watching it on tv.
"There's no crime in the movie," Bob told me. "It's a thriller. Number #1 on Apple Plus this week." He took it off pause.
Scene 3: Matt the Straight Redneck arrives at his run-down dirt farm. His dog greets him weakly. He gets a call saying that the cancer has spread, and "It's time."
"Ok, that's it!" I exclaimed. "I definitely don't do dogs dying of cancer movies. Turn the darn thing off, now!"
While we were watching something else, I looked up a plot synopsis: the desperately poor, dying dog, fuming over injustice stuff is a misdirection (also the disabled mom and sick son that we hadn't gotten to yet). Matt is going to be heroic, saving a busload of kids and The Girl (America Ferreira) from a forest fire.
"I just read a plot synopsis," I told Bob. "It sounds awful. Why did you choose that movie, anyway?"
He shrugged. "It sounded good, and Matthew McConaughey is hot."
Beefcake is a legitimate reason to watch a movie, but I checked -- Matt is so busy dealing with dying loved ones and saving terrified children that he doesn't have time to take off his shirt.
No one else does, but I'm going to look for beefcake and nude photos of the top ten hunks of this verkockten movie.
1. Matt.
2. His 18 year old son Levi, making his screen debut as Matt the Straight Redneck's estranged, sick son.
Levi is probably gay, but he has no other acting credits, so I can't look for gay characcters, and as of this writing he's only been 18 for a few weeks, so I can't look for nude photos.
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