Consider it a signed confession of remake rape when a "produced by Jim Carrey" credit appears atop his noodle-limbed exaggeration of "I Believe I Can Fly." his corporate-greed satire doesn't just lack bite. It lacks gnaw. It even lacks nibble.
The downward mobility of the middle class straight to the poverty level, or crime often not as evil, but rather economic desperation, are plot points hardly likely to sit well with those who control this economy and profit from it.
If there's meant to be any satire in the idea that these two will do almost anything to maintain their obscene consumerist lifestyle, it's lost in the poking fun at what lots of ordinary working-class folks do to make a living.