Big Momma's House 2

Bawdy, mindless and punctuated by a variety of squelching noises, even those unacquainted with the original will be unsurprised to learn that Big Momma’s House 2 is the work of one Martin Lawrence. Recycling a plot already familiar to fans of The Pacifier and Mr. Nanny, BMH2 – for thus we shall call it – cobbles together some rubbishy story lines involving the FBI and a need for family bonding and super-hackers and defence systems.
Mostly though, it’s a flimsy excuse for Mr. Lawrence to jiggle about in a fat suit and a outsized floral frock, saying, ‘Lawd, have mercy’.
Those with a particular academic interest in the psychology of size-based cross-dressing humour will be tickled to learn that this most undemanding piece features our hero larded up in a Bo Derek beach dreads and Baywatch outfit, making a huge kersplash in a mud bath and wobbling to the strains of Sir Mixalot.
If that wasn’t quite enticing enough, the film’s trump card, a gigantic thong, appears at regular intervals to decreasingly hilarious effect. With comedy like this, it’s time to look out, Fatty Arbuckle.
Rankly idiotic as it unquestionably is, BMH2 is simply too goofy and sweet natured to dislike in any serious way and Lawrence’s charms have seen the film score the second biggest January opening of all time. Still sucks balls though.