The unbearable lightness of the eye poke.

I don't get the Three Stooges.  But I get that zillions of other people--guys especially--get the Three Stooges, and so I was pleased for them that the Farrelly Brothers' remake, or shall I say, their homage to Les Stooges, has made most critics slap-happy.  Even Richard Brody, writing on the New Yorker website, disses the movie with such seriousness that I can with a straight face cherry pick lines like these: 

"...something like the perfect auteurist film."

"...something of a semiotic dream..."

"There may not have been such an overtly pro-Catholic Hollywood movie since the heyday of John Ford."

"The Farrelly brothers have constructed, on the basis of a nostalgic update of a comic legend, an extraordinarily interesting personal credo."

"...irresistable critic bait..."

Indeed.  Must be the eye pokes.  Here's the link:  http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/movies/2012/04/stooge-struck.html