A genre specialist schooled in the stylistics of Howard Hawks and Alfred Hitchcock, and a dedicated craftsman who usually writes and scores the pictures he directs, Carpenter was apparently brought in as a hired gun to direct here, and the reduction in his usual effectiveness is palpable. It's not hard to guess why: experience tells us that actors who retain final cut over directors almost never make the right artistic choices.
[There are] bad jokes, tonal misjudgments, and a truly lamentable first-person narration from Chase. Despite these factors, this isn’t a throwaway, and is rather, in fact, a goofily endearing, frequently stunning formalist gem. The 1990s saw Carpenter take the signatures of his 1980s achievements in mise en scène to new lengths, allowing for wilder expressions of color, more abstracted uses of space and technique, and Memoirs of an Invisible Man, at least formally, is no exception.
In '92, a "John Carpenter-Chevy Chase comedy" may have looked like neither fish nor fowl. Today, after both their zeitgeists have passed, it looks like a fluffy, satisfyingly underrated entry into Carpenter's catalog of bonkers genre films, mixing state of the art FX and Hitchcock/Universal Horror classicism, with Chase against type and William Goldman touching up the script. Bad brown-face decision, though.