Jim Carrey quite clearly fears painting himself into a Rip Taylor-style corner.
Yeah. Boom. How’s that for a thesis statement?
Stop shame-shaking your head at me, man. You think I don’t know?
Look, Judgey – just hear me out, OK?
Jim Carrey—his mounting desperation to avoid the Confetti Cannon of a Rip Taylor Fate impels him to adopt evermore implausible grabs for Versatility and strained claims at the Legitimacy that will never come.
Because for every Eternal Sunshine, there shall remain a Cable Guy, for every Truman, there shall persist an Ace Ventura.