Me, Myself & Irene


(2000) ★★★★

Sky Movies Greats: Monday 20 July, 2.00pm and 10.00pm

Rhode Island state trooper Jim Carrey marries the prettiest girl in town, but she’s smitten by the obstreperous black dwarf who drives them home from the church. When she later gives birth to black triplets, Carrey loves them as though they’re his own. His grandmother was half-Italian, after all. “Half-Italian?” says a sceptical colleague at a barbeque, watching the boys playing in a paddling pool. “That’s probably why the water beats off their hair, huh?” Treated as a joke by the entire town, Carey’s affable, easy-going Charlie Baileygates finally snaps after years of being treated as a doormat – and out pops aggressively offensive alter ego Hank. His condition – ‘advanced delusionary schizophrenia with involuntary narcissistic rage’ – can be controlled by medication. Which, for the purposes of comedy, he forgets to take. Taste and decency are commodities gleefully lacking in another farcical Farrelly brothers outrage, the crude but not-so-dumb purveyors of Kingpin and There’s Something About Mary (Sky Movies Greats at 8pm). As he escorts the understandably bemused Renée Zellweger from Providence to upstate New York, Jekyll-and-Hyde Carrey gives a shiny-eyed masterclass in manic physical comedy. Not for the first time, Zellwegger displays a light touch with odd dialogue and Carrey’s three grown sons, massively overweight and foul-mouthed but affectionate and immensely brainy, are perhaps the Farrellys’ riposte to the sanitised world of American sitcoms like My Three Sons. Whatever, they’re a happy surprise in a film that otherwise follows the Farrellys’ blunderbuss formula of cartoony gross-outs calculated to shock. There’s some messy toilet humour, though not in the way you might expect, and just to underline their intent to tilt at sacred cows there’s an appallingly funny sequence involving an injured bovine.

Certificate: 15
Duration: 112min