I expected to see lots of variations of the humor that The Nutty Professor (the Murphy version) used in the classic scene of the Klumps at the dinner table. Instead, what little humor this sequel had split time with disgust as the movie went mostly for sexy granny jokes.
The sad thing is, more fart humor would have been an *improvement.* This movie was boring. It was uninteresting. It missed numerous opportunities to have some fun. And it spent too much time showing off make-up and not enough time being entertaining.
Perhaps most painful to watch was Eddie Murphy just being Eddie Murphy (as Buddy Love). I never understand why some actors/directors think that if a character screams real loud and makes a face, it's funny. It is especially not funny when it happens 2-3 times. In the first movie, Buddy Love was funny (if cruel), and his observations were right on target. In The Klumps, Love is like a grown version of that Home Alone kid, when he grabs his face and just yells at the camera. Uh, if you are done shouting now, can we move on?
Janet Jackson was fluff. She is a good singer, but her acting left much to be desired. And I don't know what she has done with her chest, but it seems unusually huge here. What happened to Carla from the first film? In truth, switching Jada Pinkett-Smith for Janet Jackson is like in 2000, we stopped using Pentium PC's (used in 1996, at time of the first film), and go back to use 486 PC's (used mostly in 1990, at Ms. Jackson's peak of her music career).
I suppose it would be appropriate to say how well done the make up is as Murphy plays his half-dozen or so characters. Yes, he makes them seem like different people, at least superficially. But none of the characters are really there, you know? They each have little tag lines, and maybe a quirk, and those lines and that quirk are used to death. Take the granny. Yep, she likes sex. She is a sex machine. She wants every man. OK, uh, so? We've seen that 20 times. Can we get to something new? Baby Buddy Love ripping off the blouse of a woman to reveal her bra.
Overall, I feel sad to see the level Murphy's wit has been reduced to. He used to be more biting, more insightful and more, well, funny. Now he is a human cartoon.
P.S.: I recommend this movie if you're a die hard Eddie Murphy or Janet Jackson fan.
The sad thing is, more fart humor would have been an *improvement.* This movie was boring. It was uninteresting. It missed numerous opportunities to have some fun. And it spent too much time showing off make-up and not enough time being entertaining.
Perhaps most painful to watch was Eddie Murphy just being Eddie Murphy (as Buddy Love). I never understand why some actors/directors think that if a character screams real loud and makes a face, it's funny. It is especially not funny when it happens 2-3 times. In the first movie, Buddy Love was funny (if cruel), and his observations were right on target. In The Klumps, Love is like a grown version of that Home Alone kid, when he grabs his face and just yells at the camera. Uh, if you are done shouting now, can we move on?
Janet Jackson was fluff. She is a good singer, but her acting left much to be desired. And I don't know what she has done with her chest, but it seems unusually huge here. What happened to Carla from the first film? In truth, switching Jada Pinkett-Smith for Janet Jackson is like in 2000, we stopped using Pentium PC's (used in 1996, at time of the first film), and go back to use 486 PC's (used mostly in 1990, at Ms. Jackson's peak of her music career).
I suppose it would be appropriate to say how well done the make up is as Murphy plays his half-dozen or so characters. Yes, he makes them seem like different people, at least superficially. But none of the characters are really there, you know? They each have little tag lines, and maybe a quirk, and those lines and that quirk are used to death. Take the granny. Yep, she likes sex. She is a sex machine. She wants every man. OK, uh, so? We've seen that 20 times. Can we get to something new? Baby Buddy Love ripping off the blouse of a woman to reveal her bra.
Overall, I feel sad to see the level Murphy's wit has been reduced to. He used to be more biting, more insightful and more, well, funny. Now he is a human cartoon.
P.S.: I recommend this movie if you're a die hard Eddie Murphy or Janet Jackson fan.