PG, 99mins
If only they had kept the door shut to Big Momma’s House 2. This finds Martin Lawrence’s FBI agent now neglecting his pregnant wife to don his fat suit again and go under cover as a nanny in the home of a suspected cyber-terrorist. Only he ends up trying to solve the problems of the suspect’s dysfunctional kids. He also has time to ogle lingerie models, belly-flop into a mud bath and send up Bo Derek ‘s slo-mo beach run from 10.
While the original film was a shameless clone of Mrs Doubtfire (itself getting a sequel later this year), this woefully sluggish, effort sequel is more like the John Candy comedy Uncle Buck, complete with rich parents, rebellious daughter with no-good boyfriend and two impossibly cute tots. In terms of plot it makes Kindergarten Cop seem like The Usual Suspects, while Lawrence looks decidedly bored delivering more of the same wheezing insults and down-home advice. The most committed performance comes from a chihuahua, no doubt because it hadn’t read the script.