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<BODY bgcolor="#CCCC99"> <font size="4"><br>Me, Myself & Irene</font> <font size="2"> <br>movie review by David Ng</font> <font size=3 face="Book Antiqua,Century Schoolbook,Times New Roman"> <p><font size="3" face="Book Antiqua,Century Schoolbook,Times New Roman"><font size="6"><b>W</b></font>hat’s surprising about <i>Me, Myself & Irene</i> is not how much the funny parts make us laugh but how forgettable the rest of it is. Even the most brain-dead mallrat will sense something oddly mediocre about this latest addition to the Farrelly brother oeuvre. When the bodily fluids and general mean-spiritedness stop flying, the movie’s banality glares like cheap aluminum siding. And every scene has a whiff of deja-vu. In some cases, the Farrelly brothers steal from their own movies. With <i>Me, Myself & Irene</i>, they’ve degenerated into class clowns who’ve resorted to endlessly repeating their own fart and pee jokes. <p><a href="default-nf.htm">Go to the review</a></font> </body>