Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls (1995)

Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls is a full-body comedy sprint, the kind of movie that feels like Jim Carrey uncorked every ounce of elastic, fearless physicality he has and then kept going. Dropped into an Africa-set adventure with a ticking-clock mystery, it barrels from one outrageous set piece to the next with such manic momentum that even when a joke whiffs, another sight gag is already flying in from the side. The tone is gleefully cartoonish—more Looney Tunes than cozy whodunit—built on pratfalls, faces, and the sheer audacity of committing to a bit until it breaks reality. If you don’t like broad, crude, anything-for-a-laugh slapstick, this won’t convert you, but if you’re on the fence and want a high-energy comedy that never sits still, it’s hard to resist its chaotic charm.

Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls is trying to be a louder, bigger globe-trotting cartoon of a sequel, built almost entirely around Jim Carrey’s physical comedy and relentless gag-a-minute energy. If you loved the first film for its silliness, you’ll get plenty of committed mugging and a few genuinely inventive set pieces, but the humor here skews aggressively crude and juvenile, and it can feel exhausting rather than funny. The “plot” is mostly a clothesline for extended bits, some of which land, many of which don’t, and the animal/tribal adventure framing hasn’t aged especially gracefully. Watch it if you want unfiltered Carrey chaos and don’t mind tasteless jokes; skip it if you’re hoping for clever mystery, restraint, or comedy that doesn’t lean on gross-out shock value.