Carrey gets serious, but this ain't no Cable Guy.
It's the perfect movie for an actor who seems to
be "on" all the time. His character is an
unwitting TV star held captive his whole life in a
giant TV studio, an immaculate faux-paradise
that's like Ozzie and Harriet hell. Everything is
frighteningly peachy, until Truman screws up the
courage to search for his vanished lost love
(McElhorne). Little does he know, his ratings are
too good for him to ever be permitted to leave the
set. Truman's "creator" (Harris) is ambitious evil
incarnate, calling the shots from his futuristic
TV control room. But the biggest star here is
director Weir (Dead Poets Society) in this bold
and beautiful tour de force.