Bobby Farrelly! Peter Farrelly! The Coens of Comedy! Oh, how we love you for "Dumb & Dumber", "Kingpin" and "There's Something About Mary"!

Notice I left this movie "Me, Myself & Irene" off the list.

Jim Carrey's latest non-green-suit-wearing offering, recipient of the none too prestigious "We hurriedly made a movie around a somewhat clever title" award, is quite a bit disappointing. I ventured into watching this film, as always with rather low expectations (it's American, so chances are it'll be awful). I do this so that if it's bad, I'm correct, and if the film's good, I'm pleasantly surprised.

Apparently my expectations were not low enough. I was sorry that I had wasted my time renting this. All the film shows is just how far the gross-out comedy can sink. But rather than nitpick endlessly I'll start with the summary.

Charlie Baileygates is a heartbroken Rhode Island cop (yes, Rhode Island. Apparently the Farrellys can't find another setting) ordered to escort a wanted offender, Irene P. Waters (A sad joke in the name, played by Renee Zellweger, and I hope to God I spelt her name right) back to a police station in her state. Elements of Charlie's past have turned him into a mild-mannered doormat, but when provoked he unleashes the bottled-up hatred inside- "Hank", his dastardly bastardly dark side. Irene herself is a marked woman because of her involvemnet in a golf-course corruption scam, but as the two/three of them travel together Charlie finds it hard to keep Hank's sexual advances to Irene at bay.

Oh, I know what you're thinking! With that combination hilarious high-jinks must ensue, with screwball zaniness!

Stop thinking and start worrying. The film comes off as a poorly executed mash of what could have been great ideas mixed with lowbrow gags tacked on for sheer shock value (a cow with multiple gunshot wounds, a suppository chicken, for instance). The film comes nowhere close to the Farrellys' previous comedy gems, and it seems worse knowing that it had such a god pedigree.

While this may seem like a one-sided slamfest, I have to admit it's not all bad. Charlie's sons Jamal, Lee Harvey and Shonte Jr (I'll let the film explain it) are hilarious, stealing what few scenes they're permitted to show up in. Chris Cooper as a maybe-maybe not villain is good as usual, although it's hard to think that he went from the blackest of comedy "American Beauty" to the forced laughs of "Me, Myself & Irene". The film gets marginally better towards the end too; maybe that's just subliminal, because the movie was finally ENDING.

It's hard to say it, Bob & Pete, but you really fell down on this one. I certainly hope the future is a brighter one, with more wit and less gratuitous vulgarity. Maybe then Jim Carrey will hop out of his green suit and into a role that fits him.