Norbit

Murphy has a deplorable joke concerning a lost policeman's whistle for which there is no excuse whatever - other than it's very funny.

Stereotype-based comedy from Eddie Murphy in a variety of fat suits is just not enough to make a decent film.

Even if you go back decades, body fascism has rarely been so brazen, or so unfunny. Horrifying.

Three Eddie Murphys is three too many.

Murphy finally has nothing to prove in front of the camera, which makes his fondness for wearing extreme prosthetics to play multiple roles in a film bursting with cheap, obvious gags increasingly baffling.

It's offensively bad.

With the unbelievable advancements in makeup artistry and special practical effects, it's something of a wonder that the best use of it here is for a blubbery fat-suit.

A nonstop series of sloppily constructed comedy bits peopled with racist and misogynist caricatures.

If there's no limit to your love of fat jokes, this is the movie for you.

The laughs are broad (pardon the pun), obtuse, and unsubtle.