Jim Carrey, Ewan McGregor, Leslie Mann. Written and directed by John Requa and Glenn Ficarra (writers but not directors of Cats and Dogs, Bad Santa, Bad News Bears) from the book by Steve McVicker.
After a road accident married cop Jim Carrey re-evaluates and decides to live life to the fullest, which for him consists of coming out of the closet and also becoming a con-man. This ends him up in prison (I'm using horrible sentence structure there deliberately because I like the rhythm, before you judge) where he falls in love with mild-mannered Ewan McGregor (Philip Morris) and sets out to break him out of prison at any cost.
Weeeeeeeeel. Cats and Dogs I turned off after fifteen minutes it stank so high. Predictably I haven't seen Bad Santa, but I heard it did well. I did shudder at the idea of a writing team directing, but then Paul Haggis used to write for Walker: Texas Ranger, so clearly that's no guide. Carrey and McGregor are always good value, and when the Rubber-faced Man tones it down a bit and gets serious he's really quite something - as likeable as Sandra Bullock. Well, that's pretty goddamned likeable, because Sandra Bullock is really, really likeable. You'd like to have her as your neighbour because you know she'd offer to drive the kids to school or whatever, or at least she would if she wasn't famous.
But I digress.
The trailer looks good, despite the film seeming to have seventeen inciting incidents when most films only need one. My non-extensive research suggests that this is a film of a book based on true events, so maybe that's why the structure is a little loose. I like that.
Let's remember, folks, it's refreshing to see an A-lister like Carrey take on such a whole-heartedly gay role, particularly in a mainstream comedy, and for that reason alone, I suggest you go see it.
Not me, however. I'll rent it in a year's time. Maybe. I don't get out enough.
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