With these two, you didn’t expect anything so dignified as a formal, engraved telegram served by a butler in tails, did you?
The fun of them as a couple (which they were for five zany years) was that they were both good looking people who weren’t afraid to mutate their comely features in disturbing ways for rubber-faced comedy that was often inspired.
But can two manic comics–one a genius, one a vixen–really meld?
Don’t the dueling mood swings, shtick shifts, and plays for attention tend to negate each other, leaving no hands clapping?
Can Carrey meld with anyone?
I’m not sure, but at least by tweeting, these two were delightfully terse.