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This is funny mostly for its brazen disregard of common sense -- specifically, the idea that elaborate full-body prosthetic makeup could be slapped on in seconds by a cop on the run.
As warmhearted as the original.
Big Momma may be larger than life, but the shtick is older than old.
Probably review-proof for openers, pic is so episodic and flat it should be a letdown even to those amused by the original.
A partial list of things that are more amusing than Big Momma's House 2: Beverly Hills Cop, Fletch, the original Big Momma's House, every sitcom currently on TV, open-heart surgery.
Usually, you can tell when an actor is enjoying himself in a role, but I honestly couldn't tell whether Lawrence was having fun or simply exploiting the character for a second dip at the box office. I just hope he has no reason to do it again.
It's thin, but enough to make you forget the cold for 90 minutes.
Even in the visually arresting fat-suit Martin Lawrence extracts very few chuckles due to Don Rhymer's awful script and John Whitesell's flimsy direction.
A truly insipid affair that makes the first film seem like classic comedy.
Robin Williams, to his eternal credit, never came up with a Mrs. Doubtfire sequel.
No logic, no laughs, a classic 'take-the-money-and-run' sequel which had me praying for a projector malfunction or some other excuse to leave the theater early.
It's mildly, amiably funny, in a juvenile way.
If Lawrence makes you laugh, you'd be better off watching him do stand-up.
Lawrence has his moments, mostly when he's not dressed up as Big Momma; he's progressed to the point where he deserves a better vehicle than this. Long is wasted, appearing in only a handful of scenes.
Guys who direct snuff flicks in the slums of Khazakstan probably look at Big Momma's House 2 and think "Hey, I'm not such a terrible filmmaker after all!"
So desperate that barely a half hour passes before we get the inevitable jokes about Dr. Phil, Oprah, Al Sharpton, Tupac and Billy Dee.
Martin, please stop making films.
Martin Lawrence continues to run around in a fatsuit impersonating a sassy obese grandma in order to take down criminals and slaver over beautiful women.
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