a5c7b9f00b Kevin James returns to interpret Paul Blart, the security guard who this time goes to Las Vegas to attend an exhibition on his work and will take to take his daughter Maya to spend time together before she goes to study outside. While at the convention, Paul unwittingly discovers that a robbery is taking place, soa good hero, he must stop the criminals. After six years of keeping our malls safe, Paul Blart has earned a well-deserved vacation. He heads to Vegas with his teenage daughter before she heads off to college. But safety never takes a holiday and when duty calls, Blart answers. Speed 2. Caddyshack 2. Exorcist 2. Star Wars Episode II. These are what are typically namedthe worst direct sequels ever.<br/><br/>Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 may be worse than a quadruple feature of all of those. I mean it when I say Paul Blart 2 is one of the most unfunny, moronic, brain cell killing experiences I&#39;ve had in a cinema. There&#39;s an extended sequence where an old man eats a rotten banana that goes on for around 15 seconds. The film begins with Blart&#39;s elderly mom getting killed by a milk truck. There&#39;s a part where Blart interrupts a stage show and knocks out all the dancers by spinning around on a rope while squealing. There&#39;s a part where Blart is attacked by and beats an exotic bird while a piano player nods and smiles (DUDE JUXTAPOSITION LMAO). There&#39;s a entire segment dedicated to showcasing multiple Checkov&#39;s Guns in the form of a mall cop convention (As if those even existed). I dunno I didn&#39;t enjoy it.<br/><br/>Blart is somehow more unlikable this time around. Rather than a smug dumbass, he&#39;s now a smug asshole. The &quot;film&quot; is 50% him making fun of people, 30% Blart falling down, 20% plot holes, and 0% funny. I maybe chucked at some points, but truth is I don&#39;t even remember the movie or what it was I chucked at. I can say for sure there are more helicopter shots reminding the target audience (Who to be fair also probably need to be reminded to breathe and blink) that the movie is set in Vegas than there were chuckles.<br/><br/>You know that rotten banana I mentioned? Paul Blart 2 is that banana, and the man eating is is the decrepit and moronic public eating up the film&#39;s schlock yet again, probably paving the way for another opportunity for Adam Sandler and co. to shill even more money out of Hollywood for his posse. Like my painful experience with Transformers 4, people once again applauded upon conclusion, one elderly couple saying &quot;That was too funny!&quot;<br/><br/>There&#39;s tastes in humor and then there&#39;s standards in humor. Paul Blart 2 wasn&#39;t unfunny to me because it did not pander to my sense of humor. If anything it should have; with all the misogyny and ridiculing of fat people it should have struck my dark humor funny bone. However, there&#39;s no gags, there&#39;s no punchlines, there&#39;s no jokes. There&#39;s also no emotional backbone, chemistry, or even real characters to back it up. Characters literally appear and disappear throughout the narrative. I don&#39;t even think the villain had a name. I don&#39;t think anyone not buds with Blart had one.<br/><br/>This time around, not only is Paul Blart a bland copy of Die Hard, but Taken and Ocean&#39;s 11. The plot is a cluster-f of nothing. The first 45 minutes are, like I mentioned, just Blart riding around and getting up in everyone&#39;s faces for &quot;comedic&quot; purposes, with plenty of empty time given for the target audience to laugh hysterically at like a bad sitcom. The actual &quot;Paul Blart beating baddies&quot; isn&#39;t until the film&#39;s finale, and even then he doesn&#39;t actually beat anyone, because all of his &quot;weapons&quot; are stupidly non-lethal, including a stun gun that only stuns people for 5 seconds, a gun that shoots gum, a gun that spills marbles vertically, and a bean bag cannon. Two characters actually fall asleep in the movie, one of them twice. I felt a kinship to them for that reason.<br/><br/>There&#39;s a romantic subplot with Blart&#39;s daughter and a bellhop that goes literally nowhere and an even more forced &quot;romantic subplot&quot; between a hotel manager and Blart. She gets progressively wetter and wetter for him throughout the film, which to me is too far of a stretch of imagination to comprehend and accept. This also leads to nowhere. The female cop on the horse in he trailer? That is literally the ending. Blart himself is beyond unlikable and revolting. He is not reluctant like John McClain from Die Hard, he craves to be the center of attention since his saving on the mall 6 years ago became utterly irrelevant the day after (I wish I could say the same for the movie itself). He&#39;s incompetent, rude, crude, and physically unable to actually do anything heroic. He&#39;d make a good anti-hero if he wasn&#39;t presentedthis humble all American goody two shoesthe movie does.<br/><br/>The movie doesn&#39;t even take place in a mall. What&#39;s up with that? With truly atrocious jokeless dialogue (&quot;I will bring a folk guitar to a pumpkin fight, because that&#39;s how crazy I am!&quot;), beyond unlikable characters, an incompetent lead, a transparent and personality-less villain, disappearing subplots, stretched imagination, cliché and trope filled writing I can say Baul Plart: pop Tart Too is one of the worst films I&#39;ve ever seen. Offensively stupid and brash, this blatant cashgrab managed one seemingly impossible feat, sink even lower than the previous film. Utterly baffling, this 1.5 hour Wynn commercial (Not a single scene takes place outside of it once they arrive) is to me the Transformers 2 of comedy, a wretched anorexic piece with no soul, craft, or effort put into it at all. The fraction of points I award it are for the laughs my friends and I had at making fun of it and a single shot that lasted a third of a second that looked pretty cool. High on any list of &quot;movies for which no one was demanding a sequel&quot; would be &quot;Paul Blart: Mall Cop,&quot; an unfunny flick that inexplicably went on to be a major box office hit in 2009. Yet, here, by unpopular demand, comes &quot;Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2&quot; - a movie that takes place at a mall in only the most tangential sense, it should be pointed out - and it makes the original look like &quot;Airplane&quot; in comparison.<br/><br/>The script by James and Nick Bakay feelsif it were written on the set in between takes. The joke or sight-gag that works seems like nothing more than a lucky spin on a roulette wheel, so infrequent is the occurrence.<br/><br/>The follow-up pretty much replicates the plot of the first movie,the segway-riding Bart bungles his way into foiling an art heist at a Las Vegas hotel/casino, where Blart is attending a security officers convention with his daughter, Maya.<br/><br/>Indeed, the sole bright spot is Raini RodriguezBlart&#39;s carbon- copy but levelheaded daughter, an actress with charm and likability to spare (David Henrie also isn&#39;t badher youthful love interest). The same cannot be said for Neal McDonough, Daniella Alonso and Nicholas Turturro, fine performers all who, I&#39;m sure, would appreciate having this cinematic turkey expunged from their resumes. It’s not that the film is particularly loathsome, or that Blart is an overweeningly horrible character. What rankles is that he’s barely anything at all; a stereotype of a stereotype; a half-remembered punchline; a stomach with a moustache and wheels. As you watch the film, it’s already forgotten.
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