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Me, Myself, and Irene tells the story of an unlucky Maine state trooper (Carrey). His wife has an affair with a very short, African-American limo driver and gives birth to triplet sons who were obviously fathered by the limo driver. Eventually she runs off with the limo driver, leaving Carrey with the three kids.
As if that weren't enough stress for Carrey, everyone else walks all over him too: When he tells a little girl to stop jumping rope in the street, she pays no attention to him (she also tells him off). When Carrey politely asks a man to move his truck from a no parking zone, the guy tosses Carrey the keys and says, "Go ahead and park it in the lot."
After eighteen years, Carrey finally snaps. In a schizophrenic mood swing, he tells off, beats up, or embarrasses everyone who has ever mistreated him (which is pretty much everyone in town). Fortunately, his condition can be treated with medication - but he has to take it first.
Carrey's two personalities fight each other during a road trip with a female prisoner - who is on the run from some typical movie bad guys.
It seems to me that this isn't an entirely original comic concept - Steve Martin did a very funny two-people-in-one-body film about twenty years ago - but it still works great. Me, Myself, and Irene is a hilarious movie.
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Several chickens on a chicken farm decide to escape. You can't blame them - eventually, they will be killed and made into chicken pot pies - yuck. They come up with several harebrained schemes and run into a few problems before ultimately succeeding at their mission. (And don't tell me that was a plot spoiler - unless your brain is chicken-sized, you must have figured out the ending the minute you saw the previews.)
Ok, so Mel Gibson voices one of the characters. Here's the problem with selling Chicken Run on that merit: The producers did this backwards. I would much rather look at Mel Gibson's body and listen to a chicken clucking that look at an animated chicken and listen to Mel Gibson's voice.
Aside from that, Chicken Run offers nothing profound in the way of scripting. This film even closes with two mice debating the age-old question: Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Everything else in this movie has been done before, too.
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