Review: McConaughey gives Harmony Korine's 'The Beach Bum' its boozy, woozy pleasures

Harmony Korine's "The Beach Bum" has an infectiously shambling, loosey-goosey vibe. You could think of this stoner romp as a quasi-sequel to "Spring Breakers," the director's blistering 2013 ode to youthful American hedonism and its discontents, but it's more like that movie's endearingly obnoxious little brother - sweeter, mellower, less hell-bent on outrage.

With irrepressible energy and a whisper of melancholy, the movie tracks the ludicrous exploits of Moondog, a filthy-rich Florida poet and libertine played by a wholly committed Matthew McConaughey, and treated by Korine with the sort of intense affection that often signals a kindred spirit. You may regard Moondog with less tolerance, especially if you are allergic to flaky, drug-addled comedies about appallingly self-centered people.

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