In the mid 1990s, self-appointed cultural gatekeepers used to wield Peter and Bobby Farrelly's Dumb and Dumber as proof of the deterioration of film artistry. Those people hadn't, of course, actually bothered to see the movie, and thus had no sense of its peculiar, sweet-spirited, un-toilet-trained brilliance. Times have changed, thank God, and today Dumb and Dumber is rightly considered a classic, a number one deserving of a proper number two: In Dumb and Dumber To, Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels return as Lloyd Christmas and Harry Dunne, best friends who share a few thousand brain cells, give or take, between them.
But there's a vague sourness to Dumb and Dumber To, uncharacteristic of the Farrellys -- even their Three Stooges movie, for all its eye-poking and nose-doinking, was filled with bratty affection. In Dumb and Dumber To, the moments that underscore Lloyd and Harry's devotion to each other feel overwritten and forced. The two spend more time dishing out sharp jabs to the nuts and semi-advertently killing off tropical birds than doing sweet stuff like smelling each other's farts -- although there's a little of that, too. There are more than a few inspired gags, here, but Dumb and Dumber To is mostly just a kick in the nuts, and not the good kind -- provided there is a good kind.