Movies: Me, Myself, & Irene

Farrelly Brothers movies tend to follow the same formula - crazy guy chases girl, crazy stuff happens (usually involving toilet humor), and eventually the guy gets the girl. It's worked on stuff like "Dumb and Dumber" and "There's Something About Mary," and "Me, Myself, & Irene" pretty much plays it by the book. In this case, the freak is Charlie, a nice guy with a Mr. Hyde-like persona named Hank that lurks inside him, waiting to emerge. With anyone else but Jim Carrey, the movie would probably be unwatchable, but nobody does demented quite like Ace Ventura himself.

Rating: 6/10

The main thing I remember from the movie, though, isn't Jim Carrey's multiple personality shtick, but his trio of "sons," led by the irascible Anthony Anderson. In the film, the sons are the offspring of a black man and Charlie's ex-wife, but the sons are left for Charlie to raise. The boys are super-smart and love Charlie very much, but, having grown up on a steady diet of stand-up comedians like Richard Pryor, they throw around foul language with no hesitation.

This behavior reminds me of my undergrad days. There's nothing quite like throwing in some f-bombs while devising a memory checking algorithm or analyzing an integrated circuit. When you're young, I guess, the mix of the intellectual with the profane comes naturally. I rein in my mouth nowadays, but you can check out some of these clips from the movie that illustrate what I mean (warning - foul language and a chicken put where the sun don't shine):