Snap those fingers and blow out that candle, man, as we immerse ourselves in Mike Myers’s personal mythology in Tommy Schlamme’s So I Married an Axe Murderer. Is this movie basically a Rosetta Stone for all of Myers’s future films? How does a beat poet afford an incredible apartment in San Francisco—unless he’s actually the one who is a black widow killer? Are the comedy cameos in this, from Charles Brolin to Steven Wright, the best of all time? Or do the incessant “bits” that it spawned ruin the fun? The only thing we can say is: Let’s get pissed!