Pants, Mr. Carrey, most certainly on fire. If this film is any indication, it is staggering how often we lie to each other on a daily basis. Most instances seem innocuous enough, the whitest of deceptions intended to simply move our day along. But take that ability away, replacing it with one that can ONLY produce absolute truth?? Let the hilarity ensue. Gimmick-fueled and emotionally driven, this axiomatic comedy reinvigorates that age-old maxim: the truth shall set you free. And make you laugh, cry, re-examine each of your familial relations.
Jimothy Carrey makes the transition into full blown family comedy with this adorable romp. As Fletcher Reede, successful lawyer and absentee father, Carrey balances his otherworldly mannerisms with heartfelt delivery during his 24-hour trek of inescapable verity. Fletcher can’t tell a lie, cannot ask a quesiton if he knows the answer is a lie, can’t even write a lie, unwillingly faithful to the whims of Veritas (or Aletheia depending on your inclination). Fickle vixens, the both of them. Thanks to a birthday wish made by his five year old son Max, Reede goes from confident attorney to a whimpering wad of regret like only a tragic clown can. Carrey nails it, which in my book is par for the comedic course. For serious. No lie.
Truth is, this is one of those feel good, fallback comedies that is always in season. Not unlike previous Carrey-Shadyac collaborations Ace Ventura: Pet Detective and Bruce Almighty, this is a lighthearted, relatively breezy chucklefest that never disappoints. Dialogue is memorized by the second viewing, favorite scenes logged away for conversational bonding purposes, cinematic memories made. Even Cary Elwes and his breathy goofitude contributes to the film’s success. An admirable journey, but the saddest truth of all is that lying is a crucial part of the modern world. Honestly, at least for 86 minutes, it’s fun to live in a world where telling the truth is not an option. Merely the
directed by Tom Shadyac
written by Paul Guay & Stephen Mazur
favorite lines: “Simmons is old! He should’ve been out of the game years ago but he can’t stay home because he hates his wife! You’ve met her at the Christmas parties. She’s the one that gets plastered and calls him a retard!” Fletcher Reede