A comedy concept funny chiefly for its flagrant disregard of common sense – specifically, that elaborate full-body prosthetic make-up could be slapped on in seconds.
Whoever demanded a third instalment of Lawrence's mirthless mash-up of weak gags and cross-dressing horrors should be imprisoned and forced to watch it on repeat until they repent. Avoid.
Jaw-droppingly unfunny.
Marital harmonies
If you happen to get a kick out of morbid obesity, then go see. Otherwise, avoid at all costs.
It’s a marginal improvement on previous outings, if only because Lawrence is slightly lower in the mix.
Has there ever been a threequel less welcome than this?
If Big Momma 4 comes out – well, that would be the time to make the booking with Dignitas and get the easyJet flights to Zurich.
It's hard to see the value of this sporadic Martin Lawrence-wears-a-fat-suit-and-a-dress saga.
Can there really be a comparative and a superlative for "unfunny"? It doesn't make sense to describe this witless, embarrassing third film in the Big Momma franchise as "the unfunniest".
What is the point of Martin Lawrence?
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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