For a while, as I watched him in The Number 23, Joel Schumacher's glossy ''dark'' thriller about murder, numerology, and, you know, what's ''real,'' I experienced the awkwardness I have so often felt, at movies like The Majestic or the remake of Fun With Dick and Jane, when a Jim Carrey ordinary-guy performance isn't working.
When Walter Sparrow (Jim Carrey, "Fun with Dick and Jane") begins reading the murder mystery given to him for his birthday by his wife Agatha (Virginia Madsen, "Sideways"), he finds that it parallels reality in deeply disturbing ways and he begins to share with the novel's protagonist, a detective named Fingerling, an obsession for something he begins to find everywhere - "The Number 23."
Hardest to watch isn't Schumacher's umpteenth treatise on how to shine any project to a frictionless, dimwit, burlesque sheen, but rather Carrey's betrayal of himself by following Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind with a limp Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events , a dreadful Fun with Dick and Jane , and now this.