Me, Myself & IreneJune 23, 2000
A nice-guy cop with dissociative identity disorder must protect a woman on the run from a corrupt ex-boyfriend and his associates.
Release Year: 2000
Rating: 6.4/10 (89,276 voted)
Critic's Score: 49/100
Stars: Jim Carrey, Renée Zellweger, Anthony Anderson
Charlie is a Rhode Island state trooper with a multiple personalities. He is otherwise mild-mannered and non confrontational until somebody or something pushes him a little too far. That's when his maniacal alter-ego, Hank, takes over. Charlie is assigned on a routine mission to return alleged fugitive Irene back to upstate New York, but they wind up on the run from corrupt police officers. And their escape would be a lot simpler on everybody involved if Hank didn't keep stepping in at the most inopportune times….
Writers: Peter Farrelly, Mike Cerrone
Irene P. Waters
Lee Harvey – Age 9
Jeremy Maleek Leggett
Jamaal – Age 9
From gentle to mental
Fox (North America) |
Release Date: 23 June 2000
Filming Locations: Burlington, Vermont, USA
Box Office Details
Opening Weekend: $24,209,385
(25 June 2000)
(5 November 2000)
Did You Know?
Director Trademark: The film is set in Rhode Island.
Errors made by characters (possibly deliberate errors by the filmmakers):
When Charlie and Irene leave for New York, the Colonel and his assistant are talking about him being a liability. The assistant says "But Captain, Police Work is Charlie's life…", incorrectly addressing the Colonel as a Captain.
Would someone please get this chicken out of my ass?
I laughed my arse off
Glancing over some of the other reviews of Me, Myself and Irene that
crop up on this page, it seems loads of people absolutely hate this
movie. If anything, the majority of negative comments appear to be
coming from people quick to dismiss it as a dumb piece of un-PC gross
out comedy, which is completely missing the point. This is a Farrelly
Brothers film with Jim Carrey in the lead role, what were they
expecting? Citizen Kane redux? I myself have a masters degree in Film
Studies and while I like to sit around, stroking my beard (or failing
that, somebody else's), watching Almodovar films and saying
"fascinating" at regularly timed intervals, I also like to laugh. And
Me, Myself and Irene is one of the most gut bustingly funny films I've
watched in months.
The story concentrates on a Rhode Island police officer named Charlie
Bailey-Gates (Carrey), a downtrodden member of the community who
everyone else in the town regularly takes advantage of and who hasn't
been the same since his wife left him for a midget limo driver. One day
though things get a bit too much and Charlie snaps, goes mad and ends
up driving a car into the front window of the town barber shop and
defecating on his neighbour's lawn. One trip to therapy later and it
transpires that all his bottled up rage has manifested itself as a
split personality called Hank and he has to keep taking pills to keep
him sedated. Shortly after this happens, he meets a down on her luck
woman called Irene (Renee Zellweger) who is in serious trouble with the
law and events conspire to send the duo on a wild cross country journey
to clear their names of murder.
To say this lends itself to some painfully low brow humour would be an
understatement and whether or not you will enjoy the movie rests
largely on what your reaction to the phrase "Jim Carrey being hit with
nun-chucks by an angry black midget" is. For those of you who prefer
his more gentle approach in The Truman Show or Man on the Moon then
this is not the film for you. If however, you howled with laughter
watching Dumb & Dumber as I did, then this should be right up your
street. Carrey, fresh off playing more restrained roles in the
previously mentioned films looks to be having a total riot letting
himself loose and his rubbery faced contortions are hilarious. Watching
him wrestling with a cow, beating himself up and getting drop kicked
down a hill is an absolute blast, the man is king of physical comedy.
Throw in some very, very funny scenarios involving rubber dildos,
albino waiters who may secretly be serial murderers and tarantulas and
you have a highly entertaining turn.
Its not all about Carrey though and some of the best moments come from
his three sons. Charlie it seems was too happy to be married to be
concerned when his wife gave birth to three black triplets and ended up
raising the boys as his own, so when the storyline properly kicks off
he has a trio of bickering homeboys for kids who all happen to be
geniuses. The dialogue between the three provides some of the
highlights of the film, especially during the scene where the boys
steal a police helicopter. It also leads to the immortal line "no
bitches after eleven." So before you all start complaining about this
being crude, offensive, low brow trash and how we should all be
watching Aguirre: Wrath of God or The Seventh Seal to really get the
best out of cinema, consider this: not all movies have to be po-faced
musings on the fates of man. Sometimes, all you really want is crude,
offensive, low brow trash and this one was so hilarious, I had to stop
the DVD three times because I was laughing so much I kept missing half