Me, Myself & Irene

We at constantly read amateur ramblings about the Farrelly brothers and their immature humor or how much of a moron Jim Carrey is.

I disagree.

If you ever thought you were going to see the next “Godfather” or “It’s a Wonderful Life” when you purchased your “Ace Ventura: Pet Detective” ticket, at the box office, then you deserve a state funded lobotomy and sterilization. Jim Carrey’s (and the Farrelly brothers) work in commedy is supposed to be moronic, childish, ridiculous and very, very physical slapstick comedy. If you don’t enjoy it, you’re probably the kind of person who wet the bed until age seventeen, continues to masturbate five times a day and thinks the government (any government) can be trusted. To me, Jim Carrey and the Farrelly brothers are great at what they do…or I did until “Me, Myself & Irene.”

Don’t get me wrong, there were some funny scenes, but if you’ve seen the trailer, you’ve already seen them all. “Me, Myself and Irene” is slow, dull and horribly boring. Aside from a few funny moments, it’s an unmitigated disaster. I recommend you go see it only if you’re the kind of person who likes to slow down at accidents and look at mangled bodies on the highway.

Me, Myself and Irene” gets 4 1/2 Swayzes:

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