Previews for this movie gave the impression that it was gonna be really scary and really smart. Not only was it IMPOSSIBLE to disassociate Jim Carrey the comedian from Jim Carrey the serious actor (perhaps Eternal Sunshine was a fluke?), but I’m pretty sure a LOT of blow-jobs were given in order to get him the role since NO ONE would have said yes to that. I mean, I’ve nothing against him, I just don’t like it when his on screen persona rapes my eyes for 2 hours telepathically screaming “ALL RIGHTY THEN” every five minutes. Pretend he was boning you and you’re like “this is okay,” and then he stops, looks and you, and says “I just took a pee inside you.” That’s kinda what his performance was like. I swear I said “Ya rieett! Seriously?!” in my head like a thousand times. All the parts involving the number obsession were interesting, but holy crap did they miss the point with everything else. The best part of the movie was when I went to go get Fries Supreme from Taco Bell. If I were to make up a recipe for this movie, I’d say it’s 2 parts M. Night Shyamalan, 10 parts Sanctuary and 11 parts Bob Segar videos (no jokes there was a part where Jim Carrey emotionally played a saxophone in front of a barrel of fire, and also for half the movie his character wore a wife beater and black trench coat AAAAND had celtic/barbwire tattoos all over his body. Whoasville.) So yeah, pretty disappointing, poorly cast, and I was pretty bummed after ‘cause I secretly wanted some blood & guts, and aside from the Grindhouse trailer , I got none.