Everyone who knows me well understands that I hate Jim Carrey but whatever dislike I have for him that may affect the quality of this review is cancelled out by my love for Ewan McGregor and his baritone. But while we’re on that subject, let me just say how much I hate Jim Carrey, right down to my very last cell. The new wrinkles etched on his face, making him look like Kevin Bacon (another actor I’m not a fan of) just fueled my aversion for the non-funny, overrated Jim Carrey.
This review is simple and a little less elaborate for my taste but it does the job.
“I love you, Phillip Morris” is a cross of Brokeback Mountain, Philadelphia, and Catch Me If You Can. Sadly, even if these three are some of my favorite movies, “I love you, Phillip Morris” proves that too much of a good thing is… well, bad. But mind you, I did have a few laughs. Jason, on the other hand, kept laughing and even though I love it when he smiles (believe me, that’s a rarity), it scared me how much he understood the homosexual innuendos.
Okay, maybe I’m still a little partial.