It must have been thrilling in 1994 to see Jim Carrey for the first time.
His face and body are so elastic, one might think he’s an escaped Looney Tune in human clothing, and I can respect how hard he is working in Ace Ventura: Pet Detective.
However, I finally got around to watching this movie and it’s just … bad. The script is barely funny and Carrey’s outsized character is only relatable to a five-year-old. Not to mention that Ace Ventura engages in some lazy jokes about gay/trans panic and mental health that go out of their way to be mean.
The talents of Courtney Cox, playing a buttoned-up publicist for the Miami Dolphins who inexplicably finds Carrey’s man-child sexy, are totally wasted here; no one watching this in February 1994 would have thought she was destined to do anything special. How surprising that September would be!
The filmmakers should have paid closer attention to Who Framed Roger Rabbit?: When you have a super-annoying character, even if his name is in the title, a little bit goes a long way and you need a fully-realized straight man to carry the story forward.