The Number 23 is bad because it’s boring and because it uses an ineffectual ruse – the premise of bad things happening adding up to or involving the number 23 – to try and trick the viewer from the final outcome.
Also, weighing a movie like this on Jim Carrey is a big mistake and a no-no for any future movies. Carrey doesn’t DO ANYTHING AT ALL. It’s like watching a hunk of overprocessed cheese attempt to slink through a movie unnoticed. I don’t know where that simile came from and I’m not sure it makes sense, but that should be fairly indicative of the movie as a whole.
It should be said that my total sneering disregard from this also stems from the fact that I spent a good chunk of time unfreezing the disc from my DVD player, since it was so scratched up it barely functioned, a fact which did not further endear this movie to me or my good graces.
I wouldn’t say it’s the worst I’ve watched but it’s nowhere near the best. It’s a shameless vanity project gone wrong. Someone, please, for his own good – stop Jim Carrey.
…And Joel Schumacher.
There’s nothing funny about this one; it’s quite sad, actually.