A film in which the number 23 only stands for the number of minutes you'll stay awake for.

Rating: 2/10 (15 September 2008)

Jim Carrey was never made to do serious films in which he would have to play a straight, demented and tormented character. For every time he has some great line to say he does the Jim Carrey twitch and you can see the cheesy and fake smile creep out the corners of his mouth. Sure you can make his hair ruffly and jet black, add some writing on his face, but he'll still be Jim Carrey, Ace Ventura! He seemed to of approached acting The Number 23 with a deadly straight face, one facial expression and just made his role in Eternal Sunchine of the Spotless Mind more murderous. I'm afraid it doesn't really work. Then again none of the film really works. It's sole plot consists of someone making connections to the number 23 while weird, not very deep physiological occurrences happen within his very mind. This goes on for two hours. Two long, strenuous hours of grainy, barely lit settings where Jim Carrey goes; "2 and 3 make 23, interesting. It must mean I have to have flashbacks now." No, it means that Joel Schumachaer (Director) has decided to call your dog NED (N+E+D=23!).
A pointless, start, middle and end that concludes nothing apart from Jim Carrey needs a passable piece of work soon and that The Number 23 resembles more of a merri-go-round, going round in loop after loop till it destroys itself.