Me, Myself & Irene isn't nasty, but the aftertaste is hollow. The brothers are straining this time.

Peter and Bob Farrelly better slow down. At the rate they're going, they're bound to run out of material pretty soon.

As highly talented as Carrey is, he can't make these abrupt physical and mental transitions the least bit convincing.

Carrey goes all out and almost manages to carry the whole thing by himself, but this is one of the Farrelly brothers' most weak, flat and disappointing scripts so far. [Full review in Spanish]