Me Myself I Movie Review
Me Myself I Review

"Me Myself I" Overview

Rating: R
1999
Cast and Crew
Director : Pip KarmelProducer : Fabien Liron
Screenwiter : Pip Karmel
Starring : Rachel Griffiths,David Roberts,Sandy Winton,Yael Stone,Shaun Loseby
What is it about foreigners and alternate reality comedy/dramas? On the heels
of Sliding Doors, Twice Upon a Yesterday, and who knows what other indies comes
Me Myself I, starring Rachel Griffiths in the dual role of a harried Australian
woman and, well, herself.
On her birthday, Pamela (Griffiths) wakes up to realize that her life is a
mess. She's not thrilled with her job and eats cereal for dinner, but more
importantly, she doesn't have a man. In fact, she turned down a proposal some
dozen years earlier, a move she now regrets. Surprise! when one day she is hit
by a car that is driven by none other than herself -- an unexplained alternate
universe dweller/magical leprechaun-type-of-person who accepted the
aforementioned proposal to Robert (David Roberts), and with whom she is happily
married.
Or not so happily, as it turns out. Single-Pamela soons discovers numerous
infidelities and three rotten kids, because Married-Pamela quickly abandons her
with her erstwhile family in a bid to swap lives. Single-Pamela learns the
joys of dinner parties, grocery shopping for a family of five, and potty
training.
I'm told the plot is virtually identical to The Family Man, only with a chick
instead of a dude. You can take that for what you will, but I for one and
getting a bit tired of gimmicky stories like this. Griffiths is as capable as
can be expected in her role, but the comedy of Me Myself I is a bit flat, with
only a few moments of ingenious amusement to take your eyes off the advancing
counter on the VCR.
That said, the film also suffers from a horrendous sound mix, which has its
frequent musical numbers (including an atrocious title song) blaring at four to
five times the volume of the rest of the film. I actually had to get up and
turn the volume down repeatedly, only to turn it back up when people started
talking again. Not exactly what you want from a romantic comedy when you're
snuggling with your honey on the couch.
Me, myself, I, my husband, flowers.
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Review by Christopher Null
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