Yes, it’s a Jim Carrey vehicle about a wisecracking corporate greedhead who rediscovers what really matters (wife, kids, etc.), thanks to a waddle of penguins that take up residence in his swanky NYC apartment. But this time there’s pain behind the joker’s mask, and the mask itself has a pleasing crease and wrinkle around the edges. More than usual, Carrey’s shtick is aimed at the grown-ups. The juvenile stuff — the poop and fart jokes, the pratfalls — is for the birds. (2011) — Matthew Lickona
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