If it wasn’t for the subsequent Netflix series, which was thorough enough to put the failures of this film into relief, this would be much higher on the list. It is dark and occasionally genuinely scary, and Carrey’s ad-libs aren’t nearly as overt. As the villainous Count Olaf, Carrey is just as buried under prosthetics as he was in The Grinch, but the subject matter is more fitting for his sensibilities. Slightly better was Carrey’s adaptation of Daniel Handler’s kids’ novels. Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004) The good doctor would have been appalled. we learn that the Grinch’s parents were swingers, see the Grinch naked and discover that Christine Baranski really, really wants to have sex with the Grinch.
But the weird horniness of Carrey’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas might also be to blame. Have you ever wondered why no one makes live-action Dr Seuss adaptations any more? It is primarily because the Seuss estate hated Mike Myers’s The Cat in the Hat so much that they banned them.
