Me, Myself & Irene

REVIEW
Wherever the thin line exists between funny silliness and unfunny silliness, the Farrelly brothers have crossed it and then back again. The brothers' There's Something about Mary was absolute inspired goofiness; however, their Me, Myself & Irene, in which they reteam with Dumb and Dumber star Carrey, is most definitely humorless retread. After stretching his acting muscles with The Truman Show and Man on the Moon, Carrey is back in moron mode as Charlie, a schizophrenic Rhode Island state trooper whose wife has left him with three black children. Getting no respect from his small town, a maniacal alter ego named Hank appears, getting Charlie into all sorts of trouble. Zellweger -- who gets no fallout here the way Cameron Diaz did from Mary -- plays Irene, a motorist who must be escorted by Charlie/Hank back to her native New York. This could have been riotous, but the filmmakers seem content to have Carrey mug endlessly. Yes, he does produce a couple laughs (a few of them big), but the long periods of time spent between these laughs only magnify an inferior script and aimless direction.