How...? How did humankind rise up out of the tar-pits only to come to this end? How did man ever coin itself the rational animal only to produce this irrational treatise on humanity? How did man ever invent the film medium only to have it perverted for this purpose? How did the Wayans Brothers ever reduce themselves to this? Okay, the last one proves to be a trick question. These are, after all, the men who gave us the modern-day minstrel show White Chicks. In its stead comes Little Man, a cartoonish albeit crude comedy unafraid to hit below the belt...ad nauseum. At last count, this movie clocked more testicular pratfalls than the complete unabridged canon of America's Funniest Home Videos. By the time the ending credits roll, however, the only true recipient of such low blows are moviegoers.
In this PG-13-rated comedy, a baby-faced bank robber (Marlon Wayans) must go on the lam after a botched heist, so he disguises himself as a baby and ends up on the porch of a wannabe father (Shawn Wayans).
Now, this reviewer believes wholeheartedly in the adage "Give credit where credit is due." As such, the concept of Little Man alone deserves recognition. So hats off to pint-sized actor Billy Barty for being the butt of short jokes on-screen for generations! Try as he might, Marlon can't rise above the small material--pun intended. With a healthy dose of CGI, the strapping Marlon believably becomes a cantankerous little person, but he has to mug that much harder to totally sell through the concept. Try as he might, however, Marlon cannot rise above the pedestrian script, a raunchy gag gift trying to hide in the funny papers.
Bottom line: A dirty diaper.