This movie doesn't have a god. Morgan Freeman is there, and his benign countenance is as welcome as it's ever been.
But Freeman is absent from the theme. Movies written by slapstick industry figures are modest enough that they still come with a message, a theme. They aren't collapsed in existential heaps, wailing about post-modern meaninglessness.
It hardly matters that Freeman is a bit player: he isn't the funny bone in this movie's skeleton, nor the spine holding it up. Rubberface handles the laughs, and the spine is Yankee individualism. For e.g., Carrey answers "Yes" to the massive backlog of prayers on his C drive, and immediate chaos ensues. When he ignores the prayers and forces everyone to sort things out on their own, good things prevail. What is the message to the viewer, pray to God [who can't help you anyway] or fix it yourself. Hein?
Think about it.
But Freeman is absent from the theme. Movies written by slapstick industry figures are modest enough that they still come with a message, a theme. They aren't collapsed in existential heaps, wailing about post-modern meaninglessness.
It hardly matters that Freeman is a bit player: he isn't the funny bone in this movie's skeleton, nor the spine holding it up. Rubberface handles the laughs, and the spine is Yankee individualism. For e.g., Carrey answers "Yes" to the massive backlog of prayers on his C drive, and immediate chaos ensues. When he ignores the prayers and forces everyone to sort things out on their own, good things prevail. What is the message to the viewer, pray to God [who can't help you anyway] or fix it yourself. Hein?
Think about it.