Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events

I would like to caution my readers that this rotten review contains a sinister sprinkling of spoilers, a word which here means, "I'm going to be giving away important plot points that those who have not read the books won't know already." I suggest that if you do not want any part of this malodorous movie spoiled for you, now is a good time to instead read a spoiler-free review of a happy Elf movie. You've been warned.

You know, Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events is a rather long title, and yet it's still not ultimately accurate. The film's full title should be "Lemony Snicket's A Series of Occasionally Amusing Moments In A Film Which You Would Be Unfortunate To Watch." And while I'm aware that the film and the books upon which it is based encourage you not to watch/read and use a lot of awful descriptions to downplay said items, here I'm not trying to be cute; I mean it when I say it's pretty bad.

A Series of Unfortunate Events is not utterly awful—there are several honest laughs, clever touches and impressive visuals—but overall it just doesn't amount to a film which is anything to write home about, a phrase which here means, "the equivalent of a frowny face emoticon." I think one of the aspects which seriously hampers the film is the miscasting of Jim Carrey as Count Olaf. The Count is a horrible, horrible man, a mass murderer and worse. So, why is he played like a wise-cracking goofball? Jim Carrey is a very talented guy as some of his more recent film performances will attest to, but here his portrayal reminded me of his earliest film roles and of the late eighties and early nineties film roles of Robin Williams. What do I mean? Remember how in Mrs. Doubtfire, there were moments when you could tell Christopher Columbus gave Williams a few minutes just to goof off and improvise any ol’ shtick? The same went for Carrey vehicles like Ace Ventura and The Mask where Jim would employ any and every tangential pop culture reference for a cheap laugh. So not only is it frustrating to see Carrey returning to the same lame silliness here, but it in no way fits the context of the film. Carrey’s Count Olaf cracks a “wax on, wax off” joke at one point, which pulled me right out of the movie’s setting. Am I supposed to believe that in this fanciful Tim Burton-esque world there actually exists the movie The Karate Kid?

Article Author: Sombrero Grande

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