Myself and Irene
Jim Carrey and Renee Zellweger
by: Bobby Farrelly
fun, fun till his daddy takes the lithium awayyyy...
and Dumber boys AKA The Farrelly Bros. (Peter and Bobby)
bring you perhaps the funniest film since, well, Dumber and
you read on, there is a prerequisite to enjoying this flick. You
must find fore mentioned D&D hysterically funny.
Also, you will have had to have choked from your own saliva at
least four times while viewing and acquiring an understanding
of the intricate comedic depth of the Farrellys' make-you- involuntarily-spit-snot-across-the-room
classic film noir, Something About Mary.
Because in Me, Myself and Irene the brothers are back with
their take-no-hostages- gurgling-in-the-gutter-junior high-esque-poopy-smooshed-in-your-face-with-corn
style of humor or the slapstic-blatant-simplistic genius of Farrelly
may be lost on you. (Tee-hee)
get Jim (-whoa, is this guy getting even better looking?Purr...-)
Carrey to shine like the streaming cosmic ball of comedy he is.
He's a physical comedian, and they've super-sized his skills
here. He's flying around like a busted blow up mandoll. All rubber
jointed and spastic- and it's just magical the things this man
can do with his whole bend-able self. A thought I'd love to pursue...(she
said with her eyebrow ERECT in mischief)...
siree Bob! From the beginning to the end your gonna need a government
issued respirator to catch your breath.
goes... mild mannered cream-o-wheat police officer Charlie Baileygates
(Carrey) just can't seem to get pissed, angered, or perturbed,
about anything. So bad is his placid being that even when
his" loving" wife gives birth to triplets that are Samuel
L. Jackson's shade-o-dna he remains serene. And when
Charlie's enlightened to the choco-trips father's identity, a
Mensa (a really, really smart person's club) member-Afro-American-dwarf
guy, he accepts his situation with what can only be described
as a Nicholas Cage-like calm. Pitiful pup.
However, years of composer goes awry one day. Charlie's done being
a floormat. Well, not Charlie, but Hank (also Carrey)
. Seems dear Charlie's is a bonafide multiple personality
schizoid with narcissistic tendencies or something. Alter ego
Hank starts to slip in and out through the plainly veneered Chuck's
is perhaps one of the funniest concepts on film to date. Hank's
like the Ying to Charlie's Yang. Hank's crude, rude, and very
attractive in a masochistic kind of way.
Enter Irene (Renee "No, I don't smell shit, I just look like this.
F*ck off" Zellweger). A wrongly accused woman who is apprehended
by the Rhode Island troopers. She must be expedited upstate. They
give Charlie/Hank the job. The love bug bites "them"
in the ass and the hootenanny begins!
two men occupying the same mind and body start to fight for the
girl's affections! How clever is that?
And pleeeeaaase, don't start whining about all the "protests"
you have heard a buzzin' about! For crimminey sakes - this is
why real issues get ignored! Still can't figure out how this was
insulting to anyone. Remember they protested the fish from
Perfect Storm too. They were
plastic fish. Idiots. That's the point…it's all plastic NOT
real, it is a m-o-v-i-e. And it's comedy, which makes virtually
any subject fair game...
Carrey is a treasure. He's worth the eighty
gizzilion dollars they pay him to bring laughter into our mediocre
lives. Unlike most hacks (sneeze -Adam Sandler-ah choo-Tom Green-sniff).
Don't get me started. Ah, to be alone with Jim...a bottle of Magic
Shell...and a whip...
out and see this movie. It's silly, unrealistic and the perfect
" forget your troubles, come on get happy" movie. Plenty
of juvenile humor and even a mechanical cow prop. Now how you
gonna top that?
No don't, no buy it, no don't BUY IT!
Recommendation: Jim Beam and Slim Jims.