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Me, myself, I

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Movie propaganda

I deserve the best and I accept the best.

Pamela Drury (Rachel Griffiths) is in a crisis. As she enters her thirties, she is struck by the realisation that she has made a complete mess of her life. Sure, she has travelled the world, has an award-winning career and owns real estate. So why does she have the overwhelming feeling that she's missed the boat to love and happiness? What happened to Mister Right?

Pamela comes to the conclusion that she let him go when she turned down Robert Dickson 13 years ago.

Wracked with regret and at the brink of despair, Pamela magically collides with someone who is to change her life: herself. The Pamela who did marry Robert all those years ago!

Pamela 2 comes complete with Robert (David Roberts), three children (Yael Stone as Stacey, Shaun Loseby as Douglas & Trent Sullivan as Rupert) and a dog (Spud as Brandy). Astonished to meet her alternative self, Pamela is further stunned when Pamela 2 vanishes, leaving Pamela stranded in the married life with funny, revealing and often poignant consequences.

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Target demographic movie keyword propaganda

  • Film Australia romance alternate universe

Persons of interest

  • Rachel Griffiths .... Pamela Drury
  • David Roberts .... Robert Dickson
  • Sandy Winton .... Ben
  • Yael Stone .... Stacey
  • Shaun Loseby .... Douglas
  • Trent Sullivan .... Rupert
  • Rebecca Frith .... Terri
  • Felix Williamson .... Geoff
  • Anne Burbrook .... Janine
  • Maeliosa Stafford .... Max
  • Terence Crawford .... Allen
  • Christine Stephen-Daly .... Deirdre
  • Kirstie Hutton .... Sally
  • Donal Forde .... Young Christian
  • Frank Whitten .... Charlie
  • Mariel McClorey .... Harriet
  • Pip Karmel .... Screenwriter
  • Pip Karmel .... Director

Intelligence analyst

Special Agent Matti

Theatrical report

Sliding windows.

Contrast and compare Sliding doors in which Gwyneth Paltrow gets to live two different versions of her life depending upon whether or not she catches a train. Me, myself, I uses Rachel and gives her the chance to live two different versions of her life depending upon whether or not she accepts a guy's marriage proposal, switches to an alternate universe and runs herself over in a car.

Having gotten yourself over that hurdle you can sit back and relax while Rachel gets a good workout running around jumping to conclusions and leaping to assumptions. The script is pretty funny, often in a bittersweet, even morbid kind of way; it's that old Aussie thing about living in the bright, burning sun while embracing the dark side of life. Cool. The story is... u minutes... based too much on your willing suspension of disbelief. At least with Sliding doors there was no attempt to make the two timelines behave according to some set of rules, it was just "this is what happens if she catches the train" and "this is what happens if she doesn't catch the train". The "I relived my life in an alternate timeline" should be left to Star trek.

Meanwhile, back on the big screen, Rachel eats her characters for breakfast. There is not a moment when she is not being who she should be. I have always been impressed with Rachel as an actor and am still as impressed after seeing this flick. Robert's character (the husband) is something of a stereotype (thirty-something self-centred, adulterous, insensitive, non-sheet changing Australian male) but he manages to deliver a good performance, allowing Robert's flaws and redeeming qualities to surface gradually throughout the film. Sandy gets quite a lot out of his spunk-of-the-month looks by bringing in the third dimension (Sensitive New Age Bloke). You can laugh with him and at him, all at the same time.

Me, myself, I is something of a "What happens to a Cleo reader when she surges past 29 for the fourth time" flick. I got the impression that Pip has been a devoted reader for many years, learning full empowerment, fun sex and fashion tips from that most intimate of bibles. Chicks will like this flick more than blokes but blokes can get a good laugh out of it, too. Just cover your girlfriend's ears whenever anyone mentions bed linen.

One thing that did annoy me was the soundtrack. It seems as if it's been thrown together in order to make a soundtrack to help with the marketing rather than to help with the mood. The songs blast in for five seconds then disappear. I know that's a filmic trend but I'm a cynic so it's really all about the mighty dollar. Cross-marketing has become a major reason for making films: product placement, merchandising, gaming... oh for the good old days when it was all about using good scripts to get bums on seats. Now it's about what you wear to bed and how to make the kids stop whining.

Oh yes... as for the Bible-up-his-ass Christian, hello Donal! I went to uni with Donal and a good time doing it. Donal actually has the richest, sexiest Irish accent you ever heard but he created an Aussie one to get by on (Australia isn't the most metropolitan of countries). He only gets four or five lines in Me, myself, I, but hey, that's more than I've had in my whole career!

Security censorship classification

M (Medium level sex scene, low level coarse language)

Surveillance time

104 minutes (1:44 hours)

Not for public release in Australia before date

Film: 27 September 2000

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