film criticism by maryann johanson | since 1997
So tediously familiar that I could barely remember most of it after I left the cinema. I’m exaggerating just a tad, but even if I didn’t remember it, I could have told you what it was about anyway, because it deviates not one whit from the formula that we’ve come to understand is somehow “essential” for “family” movies…
Big Momma is back, the question is: Why? In the name of all that is decent and thoughtful and pleasant, why?
In which Martin Lawrence is punished for daring to transgress the gender boundaries of our hidebound culture with its narrow notions of what makes a man a man, and what makes a man an idiot who dresses in a granny fat suit, by getting whacked in the nuts.
