Yeah, the title really does speak for itself…
by Adam Miller
DUMB & DUMBERER: WHEN HARRY MET LLOYD is the kind of movie that really had no business being made. The original DUMB & DUMBER was a huge comedy success in the mid-nineties and spawned a plethora of pop catchphrases. Even if you haven't seen the original film and you're in your early twenties (unlikely as that is) you've surely heard your friends throw about lines like:
More like one in a million… So you're telling me there's a chance.
Kick his ass, Sea Bass!
Or otherwise just doing their best Jim Carrey impressions. Well, if you can picture your friends doing their best impression of the moronic duo, then you can probably get a good picture of what watching DUMB & DUMBERER feels like. There are moments when the impressions are strikingly good (which doesn't mean funny) and then there are others that are just miserably forced (the fake chipped tooth on the nubile Lloyd is particularly distracting).
There are other problems as well. The first film spent close to 100% of its on-screen time following Harry and Lloyd in their mis-adventures. Even the necessary interactions between Harry, Lloyd, and the bad guys obeyed the basic principle that the evil guys were always the straight-men, the foil for the antics of Carrey and Daniels. The prequel, however, takes several detours sans our heroes into plot set-ups that of course should be the least important thing in a Dumb and Dumber movie. We spend several minutes watching the likes of Cheri Oteri and Eugene Levy chewing scenery in supporting roles trying to be funny (with occasional success). It makes clear that the prequel's stars just can't carry a scene the same way Carrey and Daniels could (duh).
The film has some laughs, to be sure, but I wouldn't go so far as to call these scenes redeeming. In a riff on a particularly "gross" scene from the original film, Harry manages to cover the interior of Bob Saget's house in chocolate "poo," the discovery of which prompts Saget to screech "Shit! There's shit everwhere!" repeatedly with little to no variation. I found myself surprised and then unbothered by the fact that this had me laughing out loud in its sheer directness (perhaps because of its contrast to the otherwise convoluted set-up of the plot itself). Bob Saget was hired to scream "shit" repeatedly on camera: priceless.
And if that's the best thing I can say about a film, well, I guess that pretty much says it all. At least it's no MR. ACCIDENT.