There was a time when the name Vince Vaughn brought to mind a snappy, daring young star destined to shake things up in Hollywood. Vaughn was keen to try different things in the 90s. Even if they didn't always work, he attacked his roles with gusto. Sure, he always had an easygoing sensibility to him, utilizing his casual charm to great effect in movies like Swingers, Clay Pigeons, and Old School. But he could also add a little edge and some sinister undertones to his performance, as he did with the experimental sci-fi thriller The Cell and the unnecessary, though similarly dark remake of Psycho. But now he just looks perpetually worn out, like he's always a few seconds away from collapsing on his costar. Every scene from his recent cash-grab with old buddy Owen Wilson, The Internship, seems like it was filmed the morning after a particularly fruitful night of binge drinking. This is not the exception, either. This is the new Vince Vaughn: content to drift in and out of scenes with the level of vigor you'd expect of a cancer patient. We're unlikely to see the cocksure, erratic honcho from Made ever again. The best we can hope for is an occasional break from the watered-down version of his Wedding Crashers character that he's been playing for the last ten years.
