Somehow it manages not to be too much worse than the first sequel, but it's amazing how this ever made it to the big screen. From the diabolically trite rapping subplot to the High School Musical setpieces, there's really nothing else to say except 'No'. Over and over again. From now until the end of time.

Okay, so, fuck Martin Lawrence for one thing. For another thing, fuck Martin Lawrence. The reality of this flick is, it's eighty-five minutes of filler bullcrap in-between the first five minutes of initial plot-making and the last ten minutes of apex action. Anybody that tells you anything different may well be clinically retarded, and you should consider getting them medication. Not even a spot-start by Ken Jeong as the lovable postal worker can score much here. Seriously. Fuck Martin Lawrence.

It's a fairly poor sequel to the first two Big Momma's movies but still entertaining enough to keep you interested. The jokes are fairly similar, as is the concept but this time Malcolm's son Trent goes undercover also. There was a heavy focus on music this time 'round, with too many hip-hop songs & dance breaks worked into the plot. The funny moments & Big Momma's likability save it from being a failure, and I'm sure fans of the first two will still like it, but please let this be the last one!

"It's a true rubber-necker's delight, a comedy so inconceivably tacky that it will make you question whether or not you're laughing at the film or with it." - Simon Abrams

Why would they bother?

this is getting old...

I loved it.

This could've been amazing if it went like Frank Miller's Dark Knight Returns. Hear me out , http://i.imgur.com/Ke38n.jpg imagine this but with an older Martin Lawrence as Big Momma again. It would be the best, but nope, we got this. I stared on with dead eyes.