ONLINE EDITOR'S NOTE: THIS FILM FEATURES GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT. THIS REVIEW REFERENCES THAT CONTENT AND IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN.
Charlie Baileygates is a mild-mannered
Rhode Island state trooper left to raise
African-American triplets when his unfaithful
wife abandons him for the boys’ biological
father, a limo-driving midget. Charlie becomes
a human doormat, having his authority
challenged at every turn. Before long, he
snaps, unleashing a verbally abusive
alter-ego named Hank who lusts after women,
picks fights and generally creates pain for
Charlie. The schizophrenia can be controlled
with medication, but while escorting a young
woman to upstate New York in conjunction
with an arrest warrant, the pair end up on the
lam—without his pills. Bad guys—dirty cops
included—want Irene dead because she may
know too much about a former boss’s illegal
activities. (So why does a double-dealing fed,
after interrogating Irene and learning she
knows nothing, tell her all the stuff
they’re afraid she might blab?) Clearly, plot
points and logic are pretty much irrelevant.
This movie exists for its vulgar sight gags and
other deeply offensive humor. Want a
representative snapshot? Picture the fairy-tale
romantic ending when Charlie prepares to
express undying devotion to Irene. A plane
piloted by Charlie’s three grown sons flies
overhead towing the banner, "Will you marry
me, b--ch?" Such acerbic jokes are the rule.
And that’s a relatively tame one. If you really
feel the need to read on, do so with the
understanding that much of Me, Myself &
Irene’s most egregious material can’t
even be described here. And what does
appear may be more than you really want to
know.
Positive Elements: Despite being
dealt a lousy hand by a cheating wife, Charlie
loves his sons and tries to be a good father
(until he lets them watch Richard Pryor on
HBO and sends their vocabulary into a
tailspin). The boys have a deep affection for
their dad as well, and go to great lengths to
defend him when corrupt cops close in. In an
uncharacteristically repentant moment, the
abusive Hank apologizes to an albino waiter
after making insulting remarks (Irene
frequently serves as his conscience). When
barber-shop patrons race to the window to
ogle a well-endowed woman with a baby,
Charlie chides them for it.
Spiritual Content: Charlie visits a
priest to confess underlying feelings of
rage.
Sexual Content: Oh,
brother. Jokes and scenes involve
homosexual activity, masturbation, g-spots,
vaginal fungus, oral sex, anal sex, a
policeman being sodomized with a live
chicken and more. Hank suckles at the breast
of a buxom new mother, opens his pants and
flashes old ladies, grabs Irene’s breasts and
is shown (clothed) having an erection. There
is rear nudity, including a shot of the chicken.
A man is beaten senseless with a sex toy. Sex
is implied between Charlie and Irene on two
occasions.
Violent Content: Fights feature
people being kicked, punched, pistol-whipped
and shot at. A federal officer is shot dead by a
masked gunman. Charlie has his thumb
blown off while trying to disarm a criminal (a
jarring scene leaving a grotesque stump and
lots of blood). With little left to the viewer’s
imagination, Hank runs down a bad cop with
his car. A man is impaled in the back with a
lawn dart. After coming upon a wounded cow
lying in the road, Charlie decides the humane
thing to do is put it out of its misery and
proceeds to empty his handgun into the
animal’s head. A hypersensitive midget pulls
out nunchakus and beats Charlie about the
legs. The violent Hank grabs an ice cream
cone away from one little girl and repays
another’s rudeness by holding her
underwater. Hank also brutalizes a Coke
machine and drives a man’s car through the
front of a barber shop in a destructive act of
payback. Whitey "confesses" to murdering his
parents and siblings with a hammer.
Crude or Profane Language: Woe
to the family film critic who must dutifully count
profanities and obscenities in this one.
S-words, a-holes, abuses of the Lord’s name
and other colorful language became nearly
impossible to record. The script includes at
least 50 f-words, including one from a little girl
who tells a policeman to "f--- off." Slang for
sexual behavior and genitalia, as well as other
biological functions, litters the dialogue.
Drug and Alcohol Content: Aside
from Charlie’s prescription medication, he
and his friends drink beer at a picnic and a
barbecue. Irene and Hank polish off a bottle of
wine, which is blamed in part for Irene’s
inability to know which of Charlie’s
personalities she was having wild sex with.
Hank smokes cigarettes throughout. When
agents tell Irene they found evidence of
marijuana in her apartment, her defense is,
"So I smoked some pot. Is that some
crime?"
Other Negative Elements: This
mean-spirited pantheon to political
incorrectness makes jokes at the
expense of "little people," albinos, the
handicapped, lesbians, African-Americans,
young children, farm animals and the Rhode
Island state police. When a thoughtless
neighbor encourages his dog to defecate on
Charlie’s lawn (shown in graphic detail), Hank
later returns and squats in the neighbor’s
frontyard. He also empties a trash can in a
convertible and urinates in the gas tank.
Experiencing control problems, Charlie sprays
urine all over a motel bathroom. Women are
referred to as "b--ches" numerous times.
Summary: To say that
producer/director Bobby Farrelly has once
again single-handedly lowered the bar for
lowbrow humor and set Western civilization on
an accelerating path toward moral destruction
would be unfair. His brother Peter helped. The
twisted duo continues to make films designed
to cause audiences’ jaws to drop in
"I-can’t-believe-they-just-did-that" horror. The
semen-as-hair gel moment alone in 1998’s
There’s Something About Mary caused
many moviegoers to swear off all things
Farrelly forever. Smart move. That’s not to say
that Me, Myself & Irene doesn’t have a
few genuine laughs. It does. But they are the
exception in a movie filled with deeply
disturbing material.
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