From its very first frame, this is an eco-comedy with teeth. We open at a mountain monastery, where Ace Ventura, clad in robes, coaxes a slinky down a long flight of stone stairs. That playful, metallic ping reintroduces our pet detective—a man driven by instinct and flailing limbs. His meditative peace is broken by Fulton Greenwall, an earnest envoy pleading for help, and his sponsor Vincent C...
