`Me, Myself and Irene`
This is one of those love `em or hate `em kind of movies. Jim Carrey returns in tandem with the Farelly brothers for another of their patented absurd comic capers that push the envelope as far as good taste go.
Jim Carrey plays gentle, sweet, walk all over me `Jim` whose wife has just run off with an African- American dwarf having left Jim the task of babysitting three African- American triplets. Jim`s litany of grievances simmer beneath his cloyingly compliant demeanour, until one day they find articulation in his alter ego called Hank.
Our man is now a certified schizo. Cue for the Farelly brothers to launch into their particularly gross (literally!) brand of humour. Hank announces his birth by sucking on a nursing mother and defecating on a lawn. Ugh! To complicate Jim/Hank`s love life, they both fall for Irene (Carrey`s real life girlfriend Renee Zellweger) who is on the run from crooked law-enforcers.
Perfect fodder for more amateurish quips, scatological humour and various Punch and Judy jokes including Jim Carrey trying to reconcile his two split personalities.
As usual, Carrey is excellent in a role that allows him to exhibit the full range of his histrionic talents and physical mobility. The movie is full of politically incorrect references, which is fine- no one is complaining. But the humour could only appeal to jocks who like their movies mindless, crass and witless. What can I say? The bar on `lowest common denominator` has just dropped even lower!
Rating: The Farelly brothers` are losing it- completely. Their twisted, way off the wall scatological humour was a novelty in `Dumb and Dumber` and just dandy in `There`s Something about Mary`. Now, it`s just starting to grate. This is toilet humour at its lowest; flush your mouth and head before you venture to see it. If, however, you like your movies crass and repugnant, this one is for you.