Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son Reviews
Lawrence's gender-bending jokes are played out, and his slapstick is wooden and slow. It's understandable: Clowning around underneath that fat suit must be exhausting. Almost as much as watching it.
Looking back, it's strange to remember that the first two movies were both hits, and that Paul Giamatti and Terrence Howard even saw enough in the premise to sign up for the original. At this point, it's really all just flab.
There's little that is fresh and nothing at all inventive about scenes involving the brandishing and firing of guns, the unfunny excesses of a putatively comical car chase, and the repetitious sass and brass of Big Momma's life lessons.
An assessment of the film as part of a dissertational examination of Lawrence's contribution to comedic posterity and to African-American cultural history will surely note that the film was not pre-screened for critics in advance.
It's frighteningly impressive that a one-note gag has spawned three dreadful films and hundreds of millions of dollars in box office receipts. Wherever will they go next? Big Mommas 3D?
A mashup of 'Some Like It Hot' (leering rooster-in-the-henhouse voyeurism) and 'Glee' (peppy musical interludes), that, on the plus side, grapples with the potent issue of young black male identity...