Playing a weaselly lawyer forced by his son’s birthday wish to tell the truth for 24 hours, Carrey does some brilliant physical comedy as a guy who’s completely lost control of his own will, face, and bodily movements. Too bad it’s in the service of a treacly story about a dad who realizes he needs to spend more quality time with his kid, an all-too-clichéd ’90s movie premise.
There’s something sad about watching the guy who created Ace Ventura do the movie equivalent of birthday party clowning.
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