Awfully Good Movies - Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son

Awfully Good Movies – Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son

January 27th 2020, 11:05am

Last Updated on July 30, 2021

Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son (2011)

DIRECTOR: John Whitesell CAST: Martin Lawrence, Brandon T. Jackson, Jessica Lucas

With Will Smith and Martin Lawrence reuniting once again on the mean streets of Miami to declare themselves BAD BOYS FOR LIFE, Awfully Good Movies is taking a look at Martin Lawrence's other third installment from his other police comedy franchise whose failure kept him away from the big screen for the next eight years…BIG MOMMAS: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON! While the first two BIG MOMMA'S HOUSE movies may not have done much to advance the art of cinema, they certainly made a fair chunk of money, and with Martin Lawrence wanting to reinvigorate his flagging film career, the year of 2011 saw FBI agent Malcolm Turner once again donning the latex fat suit and floral dress to take down a notorious Russian mobster. But this time, Malcolm was not alone in his undercover hijinks, as his stepson Trent from the first two films is now swept up into his dad's case and forced to don the latex drag himself to pose as Big Momma's great niece Charmaine, with Trent now played here by up-and-coming comedian Brandon T. Jackson–a.k.a. Alpa Chino, the braggadocious rapper and energy drink salesman from Ben Stiller's Oscar-nominated Hollywood spoof TROPIC THUNDER. And if you thought the first two BIG MOMMA movies were the worst black-man-in-latex-drag comedies this side of Madea and NORBIT, just wait until you bear witness to Martin Lawrence and his stepson posing as women inside of an all-female performing arts school to retrieve a hidden flash drive, as Big Momma and Charmaine participate in some inexplicable song-and-dance numbers which are cynically trying to cash in on the success of GLEE. It's like a remake of FAME that manages to be worse than the actual remake of FAME! Plus, Faizon Love adds to the embarrassment in an uncredited supporting role as the school's security guard who falls head over heels for Big Momma with no clue about her secret male identity. So perhaps Big Momma should have stayed in her house for this one, because this is one Martin Lawrence cop comedy sequel that you won't see namedropped by Edgar Wright any time soon. Shit just got real, alright…perhaps TOO real.