Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son

Special Agent Malcolm Turner is back in the game (again), going into the field (again) to try and apprehend a notorious Russian gangster, but complications ensue when his rebellious stepson Trent (who doesn't wish to follow in Malcolm's footsteps) gets caught up in the raucous. The plan? Go undercover as Big Momma (again) only this time Trent (in the guise of great-niece Charmaine) is forced to tag along as part of a package deal. Does more really need to be said? Fully grown Jackson is miscast, and never a bit believable in the role of Lawrence's college-aged son, and the flimsy plot about a criminal and his elaborate scheme are just a ploy for the two stars to don the makeup and accessories. Viewers would likely give all this nonsense a pass if the film were actually funny--too bad it's not. The epitome of an unnecessary third entry if there ever was one, the coup de grâce to an overlong franchise. *½