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Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son
| Released |
16 February 2011 |
| Director |
John Whitesell |
Starring
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Martin Lawrence, Brandon T. Jackson, Jessica Lucas |
| Writer(s) |
Matthew Fogel |
| Producer(s) |
David T. Friendly, Michael Green |
| Origin |
United States |
| Running Time |
107 minutes |
| Genre |
Comedy |
| Rating |
PG |
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Slow, cruel torture!
Is there a heaven?
Is there a hell?
If there is a hell, is there a special section reserved for film critics?
If there is, this will be the film playing on a big screen……on a continuous loop!
Increasingly films such as this don’t even hold press screenings because the distributors know they’re going to be savaged by the critics. They also know the type of people who are going to go to this film aren’t going to be swayed by a review. In fact, they probably won’t even read a review. Hell, they probably can’t read at all. Because anyone who willingly chooses to go to this film knows what they are going to get as this is (unbelievably) the THIRD film in the series. So anyone who willingly goes to this deserves what they get!
Basically the ‘plot’ involves Martin Lawrence, an FBI agent, dressing up in a latex fat suit to impersonate an old, obese lady. Lawrence, who’s basically a low-rent Eddie Murphy (truly an expression to chill the blood) is looking fairly chunky himself these days and actually needs less padding than before.
This time his son Trent (Brandon T. Jackson) gets involved in one of his cases due to a scenario too stupidly contrived to explain. So Lawrence and son are forced to hide out in a girls’ college for the performing arts, dressed up in drag. As Trent is a rapper, this gives him a chance to show off his skills and woo the girl he happens to be sharing a room with (Jessica Lucas). Meanwhile Big Momma has to fight off the amorous intentions of a security guard (Faizon Love) and find a flash drive hidden in the college before a Russian gangster (Tony Curran) gets his hands on it.
This is definitely one of the worst films ever made and almost certainly the dumbest. It’s so unrelentingly, mind-numbingly dense that even Adam Sandler fans would snootily look down on it. Martin Lawrence is as charmless and unfunny as we’ve come to expect. Jasca Washington, who played his son Trent in the first two films, turned down the chance to reprise his role and boy, was that a smart choice! Brandon T. Jackson puts in the type of performance often referred to in Hollywood as a ‘career-killer’ and hopefully he’ll enjoy his future employment in the food service industry.
The fact that it’s set in a performing arts college gives the film-makers some chances to have some big music numbers which are of course, completely unwatchable. Director John Whitesell and writer Matthew Fogel (two gormless, lazy hacks that belong in some Hollywood satire) should be horsewhipped in public for bringing this monstrous creation to life.
You wouldn’t send your worst enemy to see this film. If you find yourself being dragged to this and don’t have the strength to fight off your companion and make a run for it, then bring a blindfold and industrial strength earplugs. It’s the only way to get through it.
In a sane world, all copies of this film would be burnt and the ashes scattered to the four corners of the globe just to be safe.
In short, if you have an IQ over ten, avoid like the plague!!!!
In fact, the plague would be fun compared to this!
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Jim O’Connor |
