Malcolm is an FBI agent, whose mentor gets murdered so now he has disguised himself as an obese old lady trying to work at a crime suspect’s house as a nanny. Gradually he starts to unravel the truth about Fuller criminal contacts, but in the process develops bonding with the accused wife’s and kids
No logic, no laughs, a classic 'take-the-money-and-run' sequel which had me praying for a projector malfunction or some other excuse to leave the theater early.
Even in the visually arresting fat-suit Martin Lawrence extracts very few chuckles due to Don Rhymer's awful script and John Whitesell's flimsy direction.
This is funny mostly for its brazen disregard of common sense -- specifically, the idea that elaborate full-body prosthetic makeup could be slapped on in seconds by a cop on the run.
