We gave it a C
Quick-witted, bright-eyed Rachel Griffiths — the Hilary of Hilary and Jackie, who should have won the 1998 Oscar for Best Supporting Actress instead of Judi Dench, no disrespect — is the best reason, nay, the only reason to pay attention to Me Myself I. With anyone else playing the dual role of citified, thirtysomething singleton Pamela One, who, in Sliding Doors fashion, experiences life as suburban, married mother of three Pamela Two, this glib fantasy would evaporate in an Evian mist of stereotypes.
Pamela, it appears, is a member of the ever-growing Bridget Jones Brigade, a character invented to represent a condition of modern womanhood, rather than an interesting woman herself. Australian first-time writer-director Pip Karmel alludes to the kick-in-the-pants vagaries of fate — two roads diverging and all that. But her most compelling point seems to be that what single girls lack in stability, they make up for with much better sex, careers, and occasions to cook gourmet meals. That Griffiths sells the cliche is a tribute to her smart sparkle. C