Big Momma's House 2

This is funny mostly for its brazen disregard of common sense -- specifically, the idea that elaborate full-body prosthetic makeup could be slapped on in seconds by a cop on the run.

It's mildly, amiably funny, in a juvenile way.

If Lawrence makes you laugh, you'd be better off watching him do stand-up.

Martin, please stop making films.

The least necessary sequel this side of Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo.

What remains is leaden, predictable action and an uneasy mix of family-friendly antics and distinctly adult humour.

Essentially a series of skits designed to show Big Momma in a variety of "funny" scenarios.

It's thin, but enough to make you forget the cold for 90 minutes.

Even in the visually arresting fat-suit Martin Lawrence extracts very few chuckles due to Don Rhymer's awful script and John Whitesell's flimsy direction.