Frank Darabontís departure from the prison drama (The Green Mile, The Shawshank Redemption) sees Jim Carrey as a second-string, low-quality blacklisted screenwriter who suffers amnesia, is mistaken for a MIA soldier, and revives a depressed town when he helps his ďfatherĒ re-open the local theater.The aim might have been somewhere next to The Purple Rose of Cairo. Itís a long way from meeting that goal or resonance, but the movie has its share of pleasantries. Carrey has taken it to heart to prove that he can be a serious actor. I think audiences are ahead of him there, although I havenít tested the waters to see which face (the comedy or the tragedy) is more in-demand. However, judging by the lackluster business for The Majestic, heuristically, Iíd say comedy is the preference. Another subtraction may have been the nearly 150-minute running time; I second (or first) that the last half-hour and contextual bookends are practically worthless, but the time flies by. The true spoilsport is the inclusion of politics ó the clichťs, the good guys versus the bad guys, the ridiculous and preposterous re-writing of history, etc. The movie could have ably stood without such a useless peregrination, but it is only a passing paralysis.
With Martin Landau and Laurie Hutton.[Worth-seeing.]