The reunion of star Jim Carrey with writer-director brothers Peter Farrelly and Bobby Farrelly doesn't have the charm or zealous comic zing of the brothers' earlier work, but an inspired subplot involving three genius siblings does provide a generous dose of laughs. The Farrellys' previous films were breathless confections of non-stop sight gags, hilarious humiliations, and wildly inventive supporting characters. While Me, Myself & Irene contains the latter in the form of Anthony Anderson, Mongo Brownlee, and Jerod Mixon as delightfully foul-mouthed, roly-poly, egghead brothers, the film's pace is almost languid for a Farrelly Brothers production. The gags are fewer and farther between (as well as being more puerile and obvious), and the use of a singing narrator (Rex Allen Jr.) -- so effective when used in the style of a Greek chorus in There's Something About Mary (1998) -- falls flat and becomes distracting. Often compared to the comic production team of David Zucker, Jim Abrahams, and Jerry Zucker (popularly known as "ZAZ"), the Farrellys in actuality create much richer, deeper characters that are not simply a frame upon which to hang a series of jokes. Unfortunately, in the case of Me, Myself & Irene, the brothers have focused on their characters too much, to the detriment of the film's sense of humor.