Chris Matthews originally billed himself as the blue collar Philadelphia Irish-Catholic guy made good, with Republican brothers and an understanding of how real men think—and how liberals should relate to ‘dose guys.
Just before Christmas, Chris Matthews chucked any pretense that his man card was not a forgery with this weird aside:
MATTHEWS: And that reminded me of this scene from the movie “Love Actually,” which I‘ve seen about a million times…
Yep, Chrissy, you’re a man’s man alright. And Harball is “nonpartisan.”
MATTHEWS: Well, you know, my—let‘s take a look at—here‘s some more of McConnell in action here, talking to Politico. Quote, “Any time the president is willing to do what we think is in the best interests of the American people, we have—we‘ll have something to talk about.” And that reminded me of this scene from the movie “Love Actually,” which I‘ve seen about a million times, and a conversation between Billy Bob Thornton playing the president and the British prime minister, a sort of a Tony Blair character. Let‘s listen.
(BEGIN VIDEO CLIP) HUGH GRANT, “LOVE ACTUALLY”: Now, there is one final thing I think we should look at. It‘s very close to my heart. Just give me a second.
BILLY BOB THORNTON, “LOVE ACTUALLY”: I‘ll give you anything you ask for. As long as it‘s not something I don‘t want to give. (END VIDEO CLIP)
MATTHEWS: Well, that prickish comment from him—
MATTHEWS: — is exactly seeming what the Republican strategy is—I will give you nothing unless it‘s what I want to give you, and I don‘t think I‘m going to give you much.
Only Chrissy’s usual loud babbling over everything saved the group from a really pregnant pause, but you can see the “what the heck do I say to this” look on the panelists’ faces.
Now, I like throwing gratuitous movie clips in to prove a point as much as the next guy, but the lengths Matthews went to awkwardly grab something from a Hugh Grant romantic comedy and force it into the conversation leads me to just one conclusion:
It really MUST be his favorite movie.
You know, Chris, I’m pretty sure this one isn’t tucked into any lunchbuckets to be passed around among union carpenters at a construction site…
The thrill is gone, and so is your real guy illusion.