When someone is sold a bad bill of goods he may suffer from “buyer’s remorse,” a feeling of regret maybe even disgust — accompanied by a healthy dose of second-guessing of the buyer’s own intelligence — over the purchase. That feeling can be applied to all aspects of life. For instance, there is no doubt that the five-person committee behind the Nobel Peace Prize has been experiencing “voter’s remorse” for their selection of Barack Obama as the 2009 recipient of the award.
For years now environmentalists have been calling the shots when it comes to energy development in the United States. That’s why we don’t drill for oil where we know it exists in Alaska. That’s why an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico has brought oil drilling in the Gulf to a standstill. In fact, President Obama has announced that oil is the fuel of the past without telling us what exactly is the fuel of the future.
The Lincoln Lawyer is certainly a far cry from Matthew McConaughey’s previous films, which, though pleasant enough, do not expand far beyond the “chick flick” boundaries. This particular film, however, demanded more from the handsome actor than a studly frame and a nice smile. Thrilling and gritty, The Lincoln Lawyer proves to be an attention-holder to moviegoers and a nice deviation for Matthew McConaughey.
A casual conversation at a cocktail party a little while ago almost turned into fisticuffs—something I haven’t experienced firsthand since the second grade. Let me tell you about it. But before I do, permit me to say that I’ve changed some of the names and details in what follows to protect the innocent — and my jaw.