When all's said and done, it turns out to be quite sweet-natured. OK. I laughed. So sue me.

Lawrence plus latex equals laughs.

A high-spirited, big-bottomed Polaroid of the comedian in a fat suit.

There's something about a plus-size floral housedress that brings out the best in many male comics, and Lawrence is no exception.

Any movie that employs an oven mitt and a plumber's friend in a childbirth scene cannot be all bad, and I laughed a lot.

Intermittently funny, often vulgar.

Lawrence is so ON that he appears to be gunning for clockwork bursts of audience approval.

The sight and sound of Lawrence in fat-lady drag remains engaging throughout; script may often let him down, forcing him to keep things afloat almost single-handedly.

Martin Lawrence, no Eddie Murphy, takes a reheated cross-dressing shtick and turns it into something to elate your inner fourth-grader.

If Big Momma's House isn't as bad as you imagined, then you've no imagination at all.