Difficult as it may be to believe, movie critics are human, too. They share everyone’s secret, primal need for jokes about bodily functions and cruel pet tricks, especially when they are as well-orchestrated as they were by the Farrelly brothers in their 1998 hit. Their outrages against common decency were balanced by their fundamental good nature. Maybe their people were doofuses, but they were also the always likable victims of their own klutziness.