It's mildly, amiably funny, in a juvenile way.
As warmhearted as the original.
BMH2 is a harmless, genial outing, a comedy that is amusing without ever rising to the level of funny.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
Mercifully free of excess mania, sexual innuendo and fart jokes, this sweet-natured comedy, ably directed by John Whitesell (Malibu's Most Wanted), has some nice bits of business ...
| Original Score: 2/4
| Original Score: 1/5
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.
| Original Score: C-
| Original Score: 2/5
A truly insipid affair that makes the first film seem like classic comedy.
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.
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.
| Original Score: 1/4
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.
| Original Score: 0.5/4
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.