Directed by: Glenn Ficarra, John Requa
Starring: Jim Carrey, Ewan McGregor, Leslie Mann
I was really hoping that this was going to be a movie about smoking, like maybe an off-brand Thank You For Smoking or something like that? But no, it’s about Jim Carrey with a ridiculously bad southern accent. And buttsex.
Carrey plays a con artist in this dramatization of legitimately interesting real events. This guy was gay and fell in love with prison, and after he gets out and they live together, he gets back up to his con artist ways and gets put back in prison. The rest of the film is him escaping over and over again in different ways and eventually being caught.
This movie certainly wasn’t funny, but maybe that’s just because I think Jim Carrey is obnoxious and grating. The real life story elements of the thing about the guy escaping a lot is interesting enough, but by the time you get to that point in the film, there’s just no way you could possibly care about the relationship, since Carrey plays such an unlikable, unbelievable, cartoony caricature who doesn’t seem to display any expected emotions in any particular situation. Ewan McGregor was good, though, as the “straight man,” as it were. Oh hohoho. Gay jokes. Funny.