Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2

2015

Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 (2015)

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Critic Consensus: Bathed in flop sweat and bereft of purpose, Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 strings together fat-shaming humor and Segway sight gags with uniformly unfunny results.

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After six years of keeping our malls safe, Paul Blart has earned a well-deserved vacation. He heads to Vegas with his teenage daughter before she heads off to college. But safety never takes a holiday and when duty calls, Blart answers. (C) Sony

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Cast

Kevin James
as Paul Blart
Raini Rodriguez
as Maya Blart
Neal McDonough
as Vincent Sofel
Daniella Alonso
as Divina Martinez
Eduardo Verástegui
as Eduardo Furtillo
Gary Valentine
as Saul Gundermutt
Ana Gasteyer
as Mrs. Gundermutt
Nicholas Turturro
as Nick Panero
Loni Love
as Donna Ericone
Shelly Desai
as Khan Mubi
Vic Dibitetto
as Gino Chizetti
D.B. Woodside
as Robinson
Bob Clendenin
as Muhrtelle
Jackie Benoit
as Elderly Maid
Eric Genuis
as Pianist
Jackie Sandler
as Attractive Lady
Steve Wynn
as Himself
Andrea Wynn
as Herself
Greg Vaccariello
as Police Officer
Daniel Guire
as Police Officer
Chris Monty
as Segway Employee
Scott Henry
as Agent Jenkins
Ryan Parsons
as Agent Parsons
Max Alexander
as Security Rep
Mike Burton
as Security Rep
George Klein
as Security Rep
Richie Minervini
as Security Rep
Paula Trickey
as Casino Waitress
Nichelle Hines
as VIP Receptionist
John Joseph
as Craps Dealer
Sean Christie
as Craps Shooter
Javier DelPrado
as Craps Stickman
Rob Magnotti
as Gamber #1
Chris Titone
as Gambler #2
Leif Manson
as Mini Ace Frehley
Zachary Morris
as Mini Gene Simmons
Joe Childs
as Mini Peter Criss
Brian Thoe
as Mini Paul Stanley
Daryl Morris
as Stern Man
Mark DellaGrotte
as Casino Security
Deven May
as Casino Security
Todd Garner
as Father of Little Girl
James K. Shea
as Little Girl
Sienna James
as Sister of Little Girl
LaToya Tonodeo
as Lady in Casino
Ryan Hanna King
as Vincent's Team
Gabriel E. Nunez
as Vincent's Team
Cory DeMeyers
as Vincent's Team
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Critic Reviews for Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2

All Critics (58) | Top Critics (14)

Although there have been worse sequels -- and worse overall movies -- make no mistake, that's hardly a recommendation.

Apr 24, 2015 | Full Review…

Maybe Paul Blart isn't spoofing John McClane after all; maybe these movies are actually too stupid to realize what they're imitating.

Apr 20, 2015 | Rating: C- | Full Review…

Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 may be forgettable, but it's difficult to truly dislike.

Apr 20, 2015 | Rating: 2.5/4 | Full Review…
Newsday
Top Critic

A movie whose chuckles (six, I counted) are outnumbered by helicopter shots of the Wynn resort in Las Vegas.

Apr 17, 2015 | Full Review…
TheWrap
Top Critic

You won't find much offensive in Kevin James's slick, innocuous vehicle Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2. You won't find much prompting an emotional reaction in general, so familiar are the jokes and situations.

Apr 17, 2015 | Full Review…

Caddyshack 2. Exorcist 2. Speed 2. To this small sample of the ever-expanding list of wretched movie sequels, add Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2, a gobsmackingly witless excuse for entertainment.

Apr 17, 2015 | Rating: 0.5/4 | Full Review…

Audience Reviews for Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2

I mean what is there to really say? It is what it is. In the never ending vein of comedy sequels, one that is not warranted will always be in the mix. This time, "Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2" ladies and gentlemen. Kevin James once again proves why he is just an unlikable actor. Sure, he has had a few hits and/or decent performances, but when he continues to lead films like this, it only furthers his downward spiral. This time, Pul Blart is invited to a convention in Las Vegas, where he is lead to believe he will be receiving an award. Like every other cliche in the movie, of course a conflict had to happen. Paul Blart becomes the hero taking down bad guys again, and it is as unfunny as it is unnecessary. This film defines why we no longer need sequels to comedies, especially ones that never worked in the first place. There is not much to say about this picture really. It's script is horribly lazy, it's direction is un-inspired, and the comedy is slim to none. There is a forced attempt to make you care about the father daughter relationship, but it keeps going back and forth to the point that I didn't care. In the end, you know exactly what to expect going in, nothing good.

KJ Proulx
KJ Proulx

Super Reviewer

"Always bet on Blart!" Even worse than the original, Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 is a clichéd and formulaic screwball comedy that doesn't deliver any laughs. Starting with an immediately reversal of the happy ending from the last film by having his wife divorce him in the prolog (which is a horrible way to begin), Paul Blart is now a has been whose 15 minutes of fame has past; but he's forced to taken on a gang of thieves once again, while attending a security convention in Las Vegas, when his daughter is taken hostage. The writing is incredibly awful; featuring cheesy character stereotypes and horrendous dialog. And Kevin James seems to be phoning in his performance, and doesn't have any charm. In fact, none of the performances are any good. Also, the sketch comedy and slapstick comes off as extremely lame. Paul Bart: Mall Cop 2 is an atrocious film, and what happens in Vegas should stay in Vegas.

Dann Michalski
Dann Michalski

Super Reviewer

I guess it was inevitable that we would see a sequel, the first movie was quite good fun I can't deny, unsure how well it did but most things get sequels these days. Hell I'm sure there will be a third too, because all the bigwigs like to make trilogies, its great for DVD sales. But yeah...I did like the first movie somewhat, it was a reasonable idea, a mall cop thinking he's a real cop, trying to be a real cop, it worked on some levels. The main pull for this franchise was/is of course Kevin James who uses his weight to gain laughs lets not beat around the bush. Admittedly I am a fan of the guy to a degree (said it before and I'll say it again), I think he's enjoyable, fun and effective with his physical gags, plus he's a good everyman that we the audience can relate too. Unfortunately he does seem to have had more success on TV than the big screen, and he's not helping himself here. This movie is virtually the same shit that we saw in the first movie. Blart and his daughter go to a security convention in Vegas, low and behold at the exact same time a group of criminals are planning to steal all the valuable paintings from the same hotel Blart is staying in. Just like the first movie Blart blunders into the crime caper and ends up stopping it in his usual clumsy overweight manner, spoiler alert! he manages it. Oh...would a Las Vegas hotel have the Van Gogh Sunflowers painting in it? Yep its the same as the first movie yet somehow its much worse, probably because its a babyish infantile pile of crap this time around. Seriously, the last movie has some good moments of sarcastic humour, this has nothing, its completely void of anything that would make an adult or child smile. Its bizarre, there literately isn't anything funny at all! not a single moment that made me smile. Hell there aren't any actual jokes! it pretty much consists of James making stupid faces (that aren't funny faces) and mincing around trying to be funny. What I really don't get is the franchises obsession with those Segway things, seriously there is an entire scene dedicated to trying to make out those things are funny. I realise its Blart's little trademark and part of his character but it isn't funny! watching him trying to show off on one isn't funny, its just lame. Everything else is completely predictable throwaway spiel we've seen a shitzillion times before. Blart's daughter is fat just like him, she falls for a good looking guy who is clearly out of her league and Blart doesn't like it, the main baddie looks like a Bond villain, the baddie henchmen are a standard bunch with a token black guy and token sexy females, the hotels security is headed by some uber sexy male hothead and the hotels general manager is a sexy supermodel type. The only thing they add here which had promise and showed some ingenuity, was the little gang of security officers that meet with Blart for the convention. A ragtag team of misfits that really shouldn't be in security...but are, clearly for reasons other than actual security. James older brother Gary Valentine stars in this as one of the aging, fat, balding security guards in this little gang. Again clearly meant to be a hilarious addition...but it isn't. The whole security convention aspect could of been a winner, they did the same silly thing in the US TV version of 'The Office' with an office supply convention. Seeing that episode shows how funny this movie could have been in the right hands, even with James, the material was there (albeit a little bit of good material) but its been wasted. That one small idea does not make up an entire movie of course, and as already explained there is nothing else here of value. Even the apparent suspenseful finale where Blart takes down the bad guys is pathetic and not even up to the meager standards of the first movie! This could have been better with a slight adult edge, it was never gonna be great but it could of been better, but its not, its pretty darn terrible.

Phil Hubbs
Phil Hubbs

Super Reviewer

The first Paul Blart movie was fairly inoffensive. Much like its titular hero, it was buffoonish and loud and something to simply shrug and ignore the idiocy. It had a couple funny moments tweaking action movie conventions, less so with Kevin James' numerous pratfalls. The world didn't need a sequel beyond the demands of the first one making money. And much like the Die Hard sequels, the "spiritual forbearer" of Blart, our security guard finds himself miraculously being put in the same miraculous position again, this time in a different location. While Die Hard 2 is a fairly mundane follow-up, Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 is a true test of everything we hold sacred. Midway into the movie, I thought my review was just going to be my unintelligible suicide note. Blart (James) is in Las Vegas for an annual security convention. He's brought along his teen daughter Maya (Rami Rodriguez) for some valuable father-daughter time, especially in light of Blart losing his wife and mother. It's at this convention where Blart runs across a team of art thieves lead by Vincent (Neal McDonough). It's up to the most unlikely mall security cop to save the day again, Vegas-style. Oh, and when traveling in Vegas, make sure to stay at the luxurious Wynn Casino and Hotel. Can I get a check too for the self-promotion like this movie? Somewhere along the way, James and co-writer Nick Bakay decided the lovable lug needed to be a modern-day Pagliacci and be the crying clown America deserves. The opening act feels like notorious cinematic sadist Lars von Trier designed it. In the opening minutes, Blart's wife (Jayma Mayes) divorces him not even a full week into marriage. She couldn't stop vomiting from the thought of being married to him (this literally happens). His mother is run over and killed by a milk truck. His daughter has been accepted into college but fears telling her father this joyous news because she doesn't want to push him over the edge. This and he's still emasculated and looked down upon by an assortment of industry peers at the Vegas convention. All of this culminates in Blart becoming a paranoid, overbearing bully who loses the sense of likeability that comes naturally to James even in dreck. Take a moment where Blart intervenes with his drunken friend. The guy has been obnoxiously making sexual advances on a woman (played by Adam Sandler's wife) who just wants her privacy respected, and Blart saves the day by... convincing the woman that she should be flattered by the drunk's advances. Yeah. He rejects his daughter's academic accomplishment and demands she attend a lesser school closer to home for his own selfish benefit. He's pushing her away. Then there's the weird ongoing joke about his arrogant assumption that an attractive hotel employee is hitting on him; he's dismissive of her throughout and, here's the weird part, it ends up working. She falls for him ("I can't say no to you"). That's right folks, Paul Blart successfully "negged" himself a date. He's not a loveable loser any more. He's just an angry, bullying, self-pitying loser. There won't be a joke (I'll be charitable and refer to the as "jokes") that you won't see coming a mile away and still roll your eyes when they arrive. When the movie has an exotic bird walk out, you know it's only a matter of seconds before it comically engages in a fight with Blart. When he steps back onto the familiar confines of a Segwey, you know it's only a matter of seconds before he does something stupid. The crux of the humor of this movie is about 90 minutes of a fat guy falling down, and it still takes 47 minutes for the plot to get in gear. Let me repeat that for those in the cheap seats: a movie that is built upon the frail premise of being a Die Hard parody takes 47 unholy minutes to actually have its plot kick into gear. I watched Blart fight a stupid bird before the movie had the villain's scheme play out. Naturally, the film would have been bereft without that man-on-bird action (sorry to disappoint those who came here vis-à-vis a salacious SEO keyword search). Likewise we needed 28 shots of James falling over. Anything less would have been unacceptable to the viewing public. If you're going to be a dumb comedy just be a dumb comedy and don't waste my time. And oh what a dumb comedy it is. The first Blart film wasn't going to be confused with Tom Stoppard but it at least had some action conventions it could tweak. This go-round can't even manage that, and so we're inundated with tired slapstick and comedy that rarely rises above the most obvious joke at every opportunity. Blart gets ready to attack an intruder and, wouldn't you know it, he ends up punching an old lady. Hilarious. Even funnier is that the injured hospitality worker apologizes to her attacker. There's also a thinly disguised gay panic joke where Blart freaks out when a guy eats a brown banana. Who cares about how brown a banana is? At one point Blart hides inside a suitcase positioned at the top of the stairs. Why? Well so that the suitcase can fall down those stairs and hit the bad guy in the head. Don't you get it? He's fat. There are few comic setups or developments, no payoffs. Scenarios that should be comic, like Blart stumbling on stage of a Vegas dance show, are practically played straight, with the visual of Blart cavorting his large torso as the only joke itself. In case you forgot, he's fat. I should not have been expecting much from Paul Blart 2 simply by the choice of jokes highlighted in the trailer. If you wanted a cursory reminder, it included Blart fighting a bird, Blart punching an old lady, Blart running into a plate glass window, and Blart getting kicked by a horse in what should be a spine-obliterating accident. Let's take this last gag and really explore how it's indicative of Paul Blart 2. The foundation is a dumb act of slapstick, but that's not good enough and so it's exaggerated to even dumber magnitude. With the help of self-loathing CGI artists (they can't all be Jurassic World), Blart ricochets across a street and violently bounces against a car door. It's not enough that a horse kicks this guy; he has to get kicked by a super horse because it just wasn't funny enough. That sums up the comic ethic of Paul Blart 2: when stupid isn't enough, amp it further, and then be proud about what you've done. Nate's Grade: D

Nate Zoebl
Nate Zoebl

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