Big Momma's House 2: Critic Reviews

... unnecessary but genial ...

... inconsequential sequel for the undemanding moviegoer.

Martin Lawrence is a broad comic performer who sometimes hits the funny bone with a mallet -- and sometimes, well, goes wide of the mark by several yards.

While there are moments of raucous humor, there's too much sentimental fluff.

As warmhearted as the original.

Usually, you can tell when an actor is enjoying himself in a role, but I honestly couldn't tell whether Lawrence was having fun or simply exploiting the character for a second dip at the box office. I just hope he has no reason to do it again.

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.

BMH2 is a harmless, genial outing, a comedy that is amusing without ever rising to the level of funny.

Big Momma's House 2 is an atrocious film. But what's even more frightening is that Hollywood thinks people will find it funny.

Aside from the inane plot, Big Momma's House 2 is a dish of empty calories.

Probably review-proof for openers, pic is so episodic and flat it should be a letdown even to those amused by the original.

A partial list of things that are more amusing than Big Momma's House 2: Beverly Hills Cop, Fletch, the original Big Momma's House, every sitcom currently on TV, open-heart surgery.

Painfully unfunny slapstick takes precedence over would-be satire.

... the family film vibe doesn't suit a manic-tempered comic such as Lawrence, whose fat suit and septuagenarian makeup can't hide his obvious boredom in delivering more of the same wheezing insults and down-home advice.

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.

A truly insipid affair that makes the first film seem like classic comedy.

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.

It's mildly, amiably funny, in a juvenile way.

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.