This is a
funny, outrageous, stupid, farce of a film that had a full house in a big
theater on an ordinary Monday night at 7 pm. Everybody laughed their asses off
- young, old, black, white - made no difference.
I was so badly in need of a laugh, I
thanked God trough my tears for sending me there, just to see the rest of the
people having a great time. |
Martin Lawrence has his
moments. And Big Momma's house, as improbable as it seems, is a family film
that anybody can enjoy.
The plot is minimal, the gags
ridiculous, and you never for a minute believe that he is a huge, enormously
huge momma. But Lawrence tries so hard, and is so outraged by the things people
try to put off on what they think is the real momma, it all works
somehow.
Enter the ten-second
transformation of Martin to Momma, as only a movie can do. A real makeup job
would take hours and hours to make it believable, of course, but really, who
cares. It is funny that they don't catch on.
The bad guy is dispatched, and
there is a day of reckoning, blah, blah, blah. It doesn't make any difference.
You are not going to this to see plot, you're going to see a huge huge woman do
things like play basketball and set herself on fire and patch herself up with
duct tape. And lots, lots more. Take a kid. |
|
