Fun With Dick and Jane

A gummy remake of the George Segal/Jane Fonda 1977 comedy, this is evidently conceived as a showcase for Carrey's waning talents, but it suffers from a mouldy premise and the slightly unsavoury underlying message.

If you are one of the many out of work right now, try this movie for a good laugh.

A razor-sharp satire on class struggle and the evaporating America dream, which adroitly masquerades as a screwball star turn.

If fun means money, this is near bankrupt.

Dick and Jane thereby emerge comically and sentimentally as the unlikeliest of collectivist crusaders.

Parisot's film is bright and cold, exuding a sense that around every corner lurks catastrophe, despite all the conspicuous wealth.

The final third of this movie isn't a remake of the original film but of the bland sappiness of the original kiddie books.

Fun with Dick and Jane is an extended Enron joke used to give Jim Carrey plenty of opportunity to mug for the camera. Everything else is more or less perfunctory to that.

Consider it a signed confession of remake rape when a "produced by Jim Carrey" credit appears atop his noodle-limbed exaggeration of "I Believe I Can Fly." his corporate-greed satire doesn't just lack bite. It lacks gnaw. It even lacks nibble.