Me, Myself & Irene (2000)

Jim Carrey punches himself in Me, Myself & Irene, one hand fighting the other, and it’s the single best piece of physical comedy in a movie that runs out of jokes way too early. At 116 minutes, it’s a sketch about a nice guy and his rude other half stretched past the breaking point. Carrey is fearless, flipping between the two personalities mid-sentence like somebody’s changing channels on his face. The problem is that the Farrellys have no idea what to do with anything else. The plot about a crooked cop and a framed witness is just an excuse to drive around upstate New York. The movie also treats a real mental illness like a punchline and gets the basics wrong. Charlie’s three genius sons, who adore their dad, are the best running joke, and Renée Zellweger is a game partner. It made $149.3 million worldwide on a reported $51M. A 4.2 because Carrey wrestling himself is worth seeing once and the rest is filler. $609 says you argue with yourself in the car this week and lose.

What works: Jim Carrey’s split-personality physical comedy is astonishing, and Charlie’s three sons are a sweet running joke.

What doesn’t: It’s way too long for its one idea, the crime plot is filler, and it treats mental illness as a cheap gag.

Who it’s for: Grown-up Jim Carrey completists who’ll sit through a lot for a few minutes of peak Carrey slapstick.