This is an almost totally worthless movie, aimed at people who would have enjoyed Mrs. Doubtfire and Tootsie if only there had been more toilets involved.
Big Momma's House isn't plausible but it isn't meant to be, so that's not really a major fault in this case. Instead, it's just not funny. It's stupid. Har de har har, Big Momma's in the bathroom and Martin Lawrence has to hide, ho ho, now he's lubing up some woman's birth canal with cooking oil.
I'm going to say SPOILERS here to avoid getting in trouble, but c'mon, this stuff is so formulaic that just about everybody will figure out what's going to happen by minute three of the movie.
Anyway--strictly for people who think that bodily functions are the height of hilarity, Big Momma ends on one of those brainlessly saccharine notes; after being fooled for days (weeks?) by Lawrence, Sherry still falls in love with him after a requisite "How could you deceive me?!" speech. And don't forget the final church scene, another maudlin and by-the-book attempt to turn a 90 minute fart joke into a touching romance. That in and of itself makes the movie worse than it would be otherwise--if it would simply admit to being a dumb comedy instead of attempting to convince us that it's teaching an important lesson about life and love, I could respect it a little more.
In short, Big Momma's House is a bottom-of-the-barrel sort of comedy, somewhat entertaining at times but more often inane and totally formulaic. I guess the best thing one can say about it is that it doesn't SEEM to be trying for anything original or creative; it's just a slapdash attempt at some box office cash. I hope.
Big Momma's House isn't plausible but it isn't meant to be, so that's not really a major fault in this case. Instead, it's just not funny. It's stupid. Har de har har, Big Momma's in the bathroom and Martin Lawrence has to hide, ho ho, now he's lubing up some woman's birth canal with cooking oil.
I'm going to say SPOILERS here to avoid getting in trouble, but c'mon, this stuff is so formulaic that just about everybody will figure out what's going to happen by minute three of the movie.
Anyway--strictly for people who think that bodily functions are the height of hilarity, Big Momma ends on one of those brainlessly saccharine notes; after being fooled for days (weeks?) by Lawrence, Sherry still falls in love with him after a requisite "How could you deceive me?!" speech. And don't forget the final church scene, another maudlin and by-the-book attempt to turn a 90 minute fart joke into a touching romance. That in and of itself makes the movie worse than it would be otherwise--if it would simply admit to being a dumb comedy instead of attempting to convince us that it's teaching an important lesson about life and love, I could respect it a little more.
In short, Big Momma's House is a bottom-of-the-barrel sort of comedy, somewhat entertaining at times but more often inane and totally formulaic. I guess the best thing one can say about it is that it doesn't SEEM to be trying for anything original or creative; it's just a slapdash attempt at some box office cash. I hope.