In short, avoid this like the plague unless you're a glutton for pain and misery. This is the one of the worst films I've ever seen, and I've seen "Manos: The Hands of Fate." It's the antithesis of good cinema. You know it's a dud when you see the film crew in the reflections of the actors' sunglasses and hear two different songs clashing simultaneously over a skiing montage for several minutes.
You might enjoy it if you like hicks with huge aviators singing lousy renditions of classic songs or stock video footage of amateur skiers slogging down the slopes. Jim Carrey's character is a clumsy oaf who does impulse celebrity impressions, one of which was a pretty good Steve Martin, the rest of which were pathetically unfunny and instantly forgettable, like the entire film.
Skip this one.
You might enjoy it if you like hicks with huge aviators singing lousy renditions of classic songs or stock video footage of amateur skiers slogging down the slopes. Jim Carrey's character is a clumsy oaf who does impulse celebrity impressions, one of which was a pretty good Steve Martin, the rest of which were pathetically unfunny and instantly forgettable, like the entire film.
Skip this one.