Oh god, Tyler Perry is at it again. I mean, at exactly the same thing again. This looks like precisely the same crap he’s come up with before, multiple times: a Frankenstein’s monster of a movie that’s all slapstick comedy and crossdressing caricatures welded via some unholy mad science to a sickeningly sentimental tale about someone who’s lost her way but is still a good person and the whole world would see it is only a fairy godmother — or Tyler Perry in drag — could just crack through that tough outer shell, and then a handsome prince will turn up on her doorstep (disguised as a frog, of course), and there will be hugs for everyone, praise Jesus.
Holy crap, did Perry/Madea really do a cartoon FX gulp there?
The only thing worse than Perry’s movies — I still refuse to believe that Diary of a Mad Black Woman wasn’t intended to be a huge joke on us all — is how popular they always are.