Director: Joel Schumacher
In his funniest movie since… well to be honest, I’ve never laughed so hard at a Jim Carrey movie as I have in this most appallingly painful exercise. In fact, there was only one other time I have ever left a theatre laughing so hard that I had to wait a moment before starting the car. That was after watching ‘Borat’ and trust me when I say it was for an entirely different reason.
Carrey plays a smart ass dog catcher who winds up reading a book that seems to be very close to his own life. From a decent fifteen minute start the movie quickly spirals into Jim Carrey pathetically hyperventilating while going on and on and on and on and on about the number 23. When he realizes that 2 divided by 3 = .6666666. Well his character, as well as any hint of a good plot, is completely blown away.
It’s not that Jim Carrey grates me like chewing tinfoil, which he does, but he’s proven himself in non-comedic roles such as ‘Eternal Sunshine’ and the brilliant ‘Man on the Moon’. Sure he renounced his Canadian citizenship, but intolerable jerks can still make fantastic movies. Not this time. This time millions of dollars were spent and time wasted, including the viewers, on this eye gouging bad movie.
One overused theory in the film is that all letters have numbers assigned,
how much do you want to bet that ‘worst movie ever’ boils
down to the number 23.