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Pardon me for quoting directly from Mr. Cranky, but 3 hours sleep is not condusive to _exact_ recollection.
"What makes this film so impossible to watch is the fact that you can see exactly how the story was designed around the jokes, which is to say that there really isn't a story, just a sequence of staged situations that connect together in a way that allows the Farrelly brothers to stick chickens up people's asses, use midgets, and just generally employ jokes that feel like they were culled from the boys' bathroom at an elementary school."
I find this problem with most "comedy" movies released from America. Especially the unspeakable SNL horrors released with nauseating regularity every year or so. Skits that weren't funny for 2 minutes seem to make it onto screens. And then there's the haunting echo of the catchprases, no matter how lame, being regurgitated by every teenager within puking/screaming distance.
"Yes, that is the Farrelly brothers' modus operandi in a nutshell, and criticizing them for the very thing they thrive on would seem to make little sense. However, unlike "There's Something About Mary" and "Kingpin," the story here is artificial and boring, and that artifice connects a series of jokes that aren't even particularly original or funny."
"With "Man on the Moon," and now this film, I feel like a spinning turd in a toilet as I follow Jim Carrey's career. "Me, Myself and Irene" is a sickly version of "The Truman Show" meets "The Cable Guy." Carrey has done each one of these characters before. The fact that they're now in the same movie doesn't change the fact that he's done them before. It does, however, make his schtick seem old and dull. Then again, Robin Williams has been pulling this very stunt on American filmgoers for the past ten years, so I can't exactly fault Carrey for trying."
Funny, I had thought this was evident after he left "In Living Color" and we still heard the same voices and saw the same faces from him.
"It's just that Carrey strikes me as an obnoxious, self- righteous ass-grabber. People starve to death in this world, and he makes twenty million dollars per film for mugging like the bozo he seems to be in real life. The Irene in the film is Renee Zellweger, and apparently she fell in love with Carrey while filming this dungheap. Of course, this has now become some sort of marketing tool -- see this movie, the stars fell in love! That only confirms for me that they weren't paying attention to what they were supposed to be doing -- acting."
Of course he is, Mr. Cranky. Wouldn't you be if you got more money than most people will see in 10 lifetimes to be the same class clown loser you were all through elementary school? But you are also correct that "acting", or whatever you call what these people do in front of a camera, seems to be...hmm...how to say it? Completely missing.
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