Jim Carrey and Tom Shadyac, burn in hell. While you are at it, take every copy of your latest collaboration, the insultingly sappy and stupid Bruce Almighty, with you.
Carrey stars as Bruce Nolan, a Buffalo, New York television reporter that covers human-interest stories. Bruce is discontented with almost everything in life, despite his popularity and the love of his girlfriend, the oh-so cleverly named Grace (Jennifer Aniston).
At the end of the worst day in his life (which must have included a viewing of this film), Bruce angrily ridicules and rages against God - and the Man Upstairs responds. He appears in human form (Morgan Freeman-shame on you!) and, endowing Bruce with all of His divine powers, challenges Bruce to take on the big job and see if he can do it any better.
Carrey is reunited here with his Liar Liar director Shadyac, and there are similarities with thier previous film. The main character is a vain jerk, blessed with a gimmick which ensues for 'hilarious' situations. Add about five hundred extra gallons of sap that would even make Frank Capra puke, remove most traces of laughter, originality or creativity, and then thrust your film's message into your viewer so hard it would make your proctologist wince. That, in a nutshell, is Bruce Almighty.
Shadyac, a director who should be on death row for exposing the world to Patch Adams, and the five blow monkeys passing themselves off as the film's writers, never bother to develop the screenplay, have fun with the concept or attempt to make the slightest bit of sense out of it.
For example, Bruce yanks down the moon for Grace as a romantic gesture, which, unbeknownst to Bruce, also causes a major tidal disaster in Japan. You would think that if Bruce does indeed have God's powers, he might get a clue as to what happened and actually done something about it. But does he? No. Is it ever mentioned again? No chance. Sorry citizens of Japan, your life goes down the drain while God's substitute is doing the nasty with a cast member of Friends! Baw haw haw!
Carrey is up to his old comedic tricks here, but they feel as tired the action scenes in The Matrix Reloaded do - we've been there and done that. Possessing just about enough energy to run a pocket flashlight, Carrey certainly did not earn his $25 million payday this time around (has he ever?). Bruce Almighty makes his work in the unwatchable The Majestic simply, er, divine. Carrey's sleepwalk of a performance is matched by comatose turns from both Aniston and Freeman, slumming for the second time in a year after Dreamcatcher, a film much funnier than this one.
Dear God, if you are up there, punish the wicked who bore a movie as unfunny as this one unto the world. A lot of people have been robbed of their hard-earned ten bucks and precious time by packing the multiplexes to see a comedy, only to be given false goods in return. They deserve some sort of retribution. If not, then at least stop the evildoers from making a sequel. Any sort of divine intervention would be greatly appreciated. Amen.
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