Me, Myself & Irene
Jim Carrey does a great job as Doctor Jerked-Around and Mister Hater, but this is a 90’s comedy, it hasn’t aged so well. The soundtrack filled with nu-metal doesn’t help, it’s grating.
The Farrelly Brothers comedy where the policeman’s wife runs off with Tony Cox of Bad Santa fame, and his last word is:
Oh she will eat blubber all right, as soon as I Free Willy.
They put most of those jokes in the beginning, so they can focus on the rom-com aspects. I also liked “Looks like a dead heat on a Zeppelin race”.
The three kids from that Mensa union are left to be taken care by the policeman, who remains extremely meek. They are all genius, but raised by Richard Pryor and Chris Rock, so they talk about motherfucking quantum physics, hella high SAT scores, and obscure Clinton aids that killed themselves (or is it?).
The cast is absolutely incredible, the truly bad guys are Richard Jenkins as corrupt EPA cop, Chris Cooper as corrupt sheriff, and some guy with a mullet.
I would bet Renée Zellweger’s story was not so different from moved from Texas to NYC to become a model, failed, became an actress, failed, got some septuagenarian sugar daddies before running away.
Those evil dudes are escaping the EPA wrath (that’s the joke!), our girl knows too much, and our protagonist has to escort her to his home for no reason. They meet an albino blacksheep waiter along the way.
The parts that failed to age well are the Idiocracy implications with the kids, and the gay jokes. It’s small things, most of those are perfunctory.
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