Two laughs: the Football Referee song and Emile Hirsch’s performance. Remainder a total bust.
First viewing since... 1997? Carrey goes all in on the Jerry Lewis rubber-face, and it pays off more often than not. As a perfomance piece, there is value. And there are a few nicely eccentric decisions, such as, apropos of nothing, setting a scene at a Cannibal Corpse gig. But to say time has not been kind to this film is an understatement. The question: will this come to be seen as a kind of transphobic Birth of a Nation-esque film maudit, or has it attained that status already?
No central character.
No defined purpose for side characters.
No three acts.
No internal references.
No political polemical voice.
One of the best films ever made.