Big Momma’s House (2000)
Oh momma, this is a big turd.
Oh momma, this is a big turd.
This gender flipped Robin Hood-wannabe is a floppy flop.
Tad brainless, but still, good fun all around.
Jim Carrey gives up on credible acting and… well, acting in general.
How did the author go from Watermelon to this dire clichéd thing?
Gretchen Mol is such a terrible actress.
This one is built on the strength of two remarkable stories. The rest are pretty average to awful.
Intellectual erotica? Oh please, the average romance author does this so much better.
Oh look, a rare chick-lit novel that does not make me feel like eating bunnies.
This is a good debut effort. I don’t love it, but I like it enough.