I know the professional reviewers don't think much of the movie, "Fun With Dick and Jane," but I loved it. Jim Carrey returns to "Ace Ventura, Pet Detective" form after a string of movies that I didn't much like, such as "The Mask," "The Cable Guy," and "Me, Myself and Irene." The movie is a send-up of the Enron, World Com and other corporate scandals in which high-flying corporations are cooking the books to make it appear they are profitable, and, then, when the inevitable crash comes, the southern good-old-boys escape with their billions while the employees and stock holders lose everything.
Dick and Jane turn to crime to make ends meet after Dick gets a short-lived promotion to vice president of communications of the fictional corporation, "Globodyne," that quickly turns sour when Globodyne's fraudulent books are exposed. Increasingly desperate to maintain their yuppie lifestyle on no income, Dick and Jane sell off their furniture, their high definition tv, and finally, have their lawn repossessed. A recurring funny bit is their six-year-old son's Spanish accent after having been raised by an Hispanic maid while the parents were off climbing their respective corporate ladders.
Dick and Jane start out robbing Starbucks of a couple of lattes and fat-free muffins with their son's water pistol, but quickly escalate to convenience stores and banks. In the end they figure out how to take back for the Globodyne pensioners some of the hundreds of millions of dollars the head of the company, played with exquisite glee by Alec Baldwin, had stashed away in an off-shore bank. Would that the real-life former employees of Enron had figured out a way to liberate some of the money Kenny Boy Lay got away with.
I know it will infuriate one of my regular readers who has forgotten more about movies than I will ever know, but I gave this movie four stars out of a maximum of five. Dick and Jane would be proud.