elshikh4
Ahh, what can I say? It's lame and dry. At times I wanted to leave my seat. And instead of laughing, I suffered the absence of laughing or even smiling ! To know why it was like that; I have one fair answer to you : The Script. This story is worn away, and the writing didn't spend much effort on renewing it a bit. I recalled (Some Like it Hot) all the way, (White Chicks) for some time, and the original Big Momma's movie; (Big Momma's House), naturally. Though, it isn't bad for a movie to be like older movies, the real bad is being anything ELSE them as well. And that's what this movie pulled off perfectly !I saw all the events miles away before happening, and to add a ton of fuel, the comedy didn't compensate. In fact, I didn't run into comedy in the first place. All what this movie had to make laughs was the ancient situation of man-disguised-as-a-girl seeing a real girl taking off her clothes (and he throws a line Sean Connery has said in Goldfinger, 47 years before !), plus some nauseating situation where Martin Lawrence as big Momma was forced to be naked in a fine art class, and no need to say that both ended as unfunny ! So there was no new story, new dealing or any comedy. The third alone is sad for a comedy to achieve. Add to that side bugging notes. To instance : While the sight of Big Momma is horrible, she always finds a man who falls for her. And this time the man who fell for her before then knew her secret as a man, does it again ??!! The teacher of the fine art class sure got enough time to know Big Momma's fact as a man, though the movie rushed that moment strangely. And when we see the guard entering the class earlier, we easily predict his line while suggesting that Big Momma poses naked; which tells you how there is something wrong with the comic sense of the movie's directing or editing !Nevertheless, it wasn't all bad. It had some, rather a few, merits. It preferred not to use the nasty stuff that every comedy nowadays obligatorily has (sex jokes, rude language, and – yes – some farting). Although it contained an unnecessary urinating scene, but thank god it was just one ! Brandon T. Jackson gave so right performance. Dancing with Martin Lawrence, in one scene, was done without any artificiality. And the moment of writing a song during the first date was inspired and sweet, being the only "original" moment of this ceremony of failed rehashing ! I was sad the most for Martin Lawrence. That guy assured, with many movies, that his mentality is poor. Look at him choosing no daring project, no original idea, one after another. And he just doesn't work it out smartly. Thus, this time I messed him on screen. There was no actual funny stuff for him to perform, and clearly he didn't come up with a material of his own. This is one of his least enjoyable comedies. The thing is, you can say the same about most of his comedies lately !I have always said that Lawrence doesn't have it to do pure action, drama, romance like his fellow Well Smith. But according to movies like (Big Momma 3), I knew that he doesn't have the clever mentality of Smith too ! So he must learn himself a lesson and think twice, or think, about the scripts he selects, since there is nothing uglier than non funny comic star ! The problem of (Big Mommas : Like Father, Like Son) isn't about having no originality with the formulaic plot; it's about having no juice inside this formulaic plot, as if the writers didn't have time to make any creative situations or amusing lines (I bet, this movie doesn't make its own makers laugh !). So with another script, or true script, it could have been comic and memorable. Because being the way it is, makes it a disposable movie to be watched and forgotten. Dully watched and quickly forgotten to be precise !
davideo-2
STAR RATING: ***** Saturday Night **** Friday Night *** Friday Morning ** Sunday Night * Monday Morning Agent Malcolm (Martin Lawrence) returns, this time with seventeen year old son Trent (Brandon T. Jackson) in tow, who's trying to pursue a rap career, but his father has little faith. But things change when a Russian mob boss gets it in his head that Trent saw him kill someone, and the pair are forced to go undercover at an all girls performing arts school, with Trent taking the guise of singing sensation Charmaine and Malcolm reprising his guise of the indomitable 'Big Momma.' The original Big Momma's House presumably gained a bit of a cult following in spite of what couldn't exactly have been amazing reviews, since two sequels were spawned, the latest being this, erm, questionable piece of work that is one of the sadder products of the sequel reliant recession era times. Though it might get success with it's target audience when the absurdity and slapstick works at it's best, for the most part it just drags a tired set up out without enough laughs to keep it going. And it's at least ten minutes too long, but really, this review has been about five lines too long. *
capone666
Big Momma: Like Father, Like SonThe worst day for an African-American actor is the day that he or she must put on the first of what will be many fat suits.Unfortunately for the teen actor in this comedy, his moment of humiliation has come at an early age.When his partner hides a flash-drive on an all-girls arts college campus, Detective Turner (Martin Lawrence) must don his Big Momma persona to infiltrate the student body.Aiding Turner on this undercover endeavor is his arrogant stepson Trent/Charmaine (Brandon T. Jackson), a hopeful rapper and an unintentional murder witness.Now, Big Momma and Charmaine must locate the flash-drive before the bad guys catch on to their disguises.The third installment of the Big Momma franchise, Like Father, Like Son is a failed attempt at resuscitating an unfunny and insulting series.Besides, there are more comical issues to exploit in a skinny character who use to be fat. (Red Light)
