Martin Lawrence has a knack for humor, that I must acknowledge. His roles in National Security, Bad Boys (1), and even the original Big Momma's House had me convulsively jolting with laughter. However, my elicited response to the monotonous and convoluted scenes of Big Momma's House 2 was that of sheer bemusement. I mean come-on! Everyone knows that sequels are generally weaker than the originals but the extent to which this film has fallen in my voting ranks is humiliating! Even Martin Lawrence's high esteem has grown demoralizing in my perception. The thought of Martin adorning himself in the attire of a corpulent and homely black woman can only be humorous for so long before viewers are compelled to force laughs. In the original, the objective of dressing up in this fashion was more overt (although still pretty poor) but in Big Momma's House 2, the repetition of such change of character lacks reason. The only difference now, is Big Momma is on the pursuit for a suspect Caucasian male (Mark Moses), she has to do the laundry, tend to the hectic schedule of three hyperactive juveniles and cope with the implausible conceptions of a likewise arduous mother (Emily Procter).
Review of Big Momma's House 2
