Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 Review

Captive on a plane to Crete with little to do and no headphones, I watched Paul Blart 2 in silence. Looking back that feels like a good shout.  

If I’d had sound I’d have been compelled to rip the screen down and throw it through the window. Cabin de-pressurisation and death would no doubt have been preferable for all aboard.

The entire aim of the film is to put Kevin James in ridiculous situations. Perhaps I’m a prude, but I’m past repeatedly being asked to laugh at the fat man fall over. It just seemed sad.

Preferring your travel sickness to the utterly unfunny ‘slapstick’ on-screen says it all.

An awful film that is bad and should feel bad about being so bad.

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