The movie tells of a great comedy, where the family's delightful family reunion becomes a nightmare in a short time. This nightmare actually begins when Madea and the crew travel to Georgia, where the family members themselves are unexpectedly planning for a seemingly strange funeral. It seems that all that will happen will reveal strange family secrets that appear unexpectedly.
A Madea Family Funeral gives its title character an unceremonious send-off, as amateurish and schlocky as any of the mean-but-good-hearted old lady's previous forays into the big screen.
The tempo of the numerous dramatic scenes is on par with drying paint; characters lack consistency from scene to scene; the dialogue sounds like a first draft that needs major editing; its occasional technical sloppiness; and so forth.
It's lights out for Madea as Tyler Perry ends the drag reign of his most beloved comic creation. This is the 11th and final film in the Madea franchise, and it's a slack, formless, monotonous mess. And yet Madea still gets in her licks. Your call.
The (often improvised) scenes involving Perry's elderly trio give the film genuine comic spark and energy. But when we're left with the grieving family and their sexual secrets, the movie has the dramatic and visual flatness of a TV soap opera.
What Perry lacks in filmmaking rigor - like its predecessors, "Family Funeral" is a bit of a mess, formally and technically - he makes up for in generosity.
Considering how well the character has served him, Perry certainly doesn't return the favor in this graceless installment combining raucous comedy and turgid melodrama to undigestible effect.
