Cinerama: Me Myself and Irene

Posted: September 11, 2009 in Cinerama

Me Myself and Irene

By Mike Derderian

Looking in the mirror, a reflection of what he hated most stood there gazing at him sarcastically. Not being able to stand it anymore, he angrily shattered that window peaking into his soul.

Blood mixed pieces of glass were thrust all over the place, leaving a small part, of what used to be the mirror, attached to its rotting wooden frame. Realizing what he did, vanquished by his own existence with bleeding hands, he dropped on his knees and aimlessly gazed at the floor.

Lying there with his tears racing down his cheeks, he realized that he was facing hundreds of mirrors. Large and small pieces of jagged bloodstained glass were reflecting a bitter reality—a reality that he hated: the face of another man.

It seemed that Mr. Hyde no longer wanted to hide. Tired of being incarcerated under heaps of emotions that governed the persona of his polite host, Hyde wanted out. And once Hyde was out, there was nothing to do but to pray that he won’t ruin your life and the lives of those you love by his vile acts and temper.

It’s been almost two months since my Hyde started to show his dissatisfaction and contempt to my pacifist approach in life—that replaced the rebel-without-a-cause persona I earlier had—turning my once upon a time smiling face into an around the hour frown that irritates the people around me.

Is it the pressure of responsibilities, the state of forgetfulness attacking my brain cells or is it the fact that I’m tired of the fight—that I no longer think is worthwhile—to stand up for myself and defend what is rightfully mine; instead, I turn my back to the knives of my assailants allowing them to do and say what they want.

I know now that it wasn’t the right step to do; and so did Charlie Baileygates, the main character from the Farrelly Brothers’ 2000 movie entitled “Me, Myself and Irene.” Yet, it was too late for the both of us, for he got to meet Hank and I was acquainted with Mr. temper.

Despite being a comedy, “Me, Myself and Irene,” tackled a realistic issue, which is suppressed feelings and how they surface.

Forgetting Cinerama’s mellow overture, I would like to remind you that this film will make you laugh all through its events—starting with Jim Carrey’s funny and original portrayal of Charlie the state trooper with a split personality, how his wife gave birth to African triplets and most of all his literally painful romance with Irene Waters, depicted by Renee Zellweger.

With the participation of actors like Chris Cooper, Jerod Mixon, Mongo Brownlee, Anthony Anderson, Michael Bowman and Robert Forester as Colonel Partington, the film’s comedy beat kept on rolling until the end.

Unlike films where the protagonist usually tells his or her story, the Farrelly Brothers used the third person narrator to fill us in on the details—through the voice of Rex Allen JR, whose southern accent gave the film a funnier dimension every time he explained Charlie’s character.

“Just when Charlie thought that life wasn’t any better the stork paid him a visit,” the narrator said when Charlie was shocked in the delivery room as he held his African American kids.

A traumatic experience for good ole’ Charlie, who nevertheless loved the boys and went on as if everything was normal, a thing that will cause quite a few laughs, as you see him portraying the father surrounded by his three adult children on a small couch.

Even Charlie himself knew that ignoring the truth wasn’t the right thing to do as he confessed his feelings to the preacher, “I’m afraid that some day if I don’t do anything I will explode.”

If you’re one of those who keep everything inside, don’t. For one day, things might explode and you could end up meeting your alter ego—the same way Charley met Hank.

Carrey’s brilliant portrayal of the two characters was amazing. The facial expressions, body flexibility and Hank’s malicious attitude were all highlighted in Charlie’s transformation moments, when the sound of a drum was heard with children shouting: “We’re gonna rock you.”

Those effects were noticed in scenes when Hank turned violent and decided to take the law in his own hands, putting his not-so-clever mind and not-so-notable strength on display, whenever someone threw a cigarette, double parked or looked him in the eye.

The script is well written with no loose ends or extra stupid jokes. Every funny word had its laugh-igniting effect, not to mention the beating scenes when Charlie gets a black eye, broken nose and a plastic surgery for his chin, and its all on the account of Hank.

How he met with Irene, is a different story that I won’t tell for it would spoil the film. Still, I must add that Charley and Irene really wanted to fall in love, despite the fact that love hurts, as you will see in the movie.

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