Big Mommas: Like Grandfather, Like Father proves that some disguises never go out of style — they just get passed down through the family. This latest chapter in the Big Momma franchise leans fully into generational chaos, blending undercover antics with family comedy in a way that feels both familiar and refreshingly energetic.
Martin Lawrence returns as Malcolm Turner with the same physical commitment and comedic precision that defined the original films. Time hasn’t dulled his performance; if anything, it’s sharpened his understanding of what makes Big Momma work. The humor lands not just because of the disguise, but because Malcolm fully inhabits the absurdity with confidence and timing.
The real twist comes with the introduction of Trent, Malcolm’s son, played by Brandon T. Jackson. Thrust into undercover life whether he’s ready or not, Trent brings youthful sarcasm and modern swagger to the Big Momma formula. Watching father and son mirror — and clash with — each other’s disguises becomes the film’s comedic backbone.
The concept of posing as both a grandfather and father is ridiculous in the best possible way. The film squeezes every ounce of comedy out of generational misunderstandings, outdated slang, and wildly different approaches to undercover work. Malcolm relies on experience and instincts; Trent leans on improvisation and nerve — and neither trusts the other completely.
Tichina Arnold shines as Sherry, whose patience for Turner-family nonsense has long expired. Her grounded reactions act as a necessary reality check, making the madness even funnier. Meanwhile, Sherri Shepherd’s mother-in-law character injects fearless energy, diving into chaos with enthusiasm that rivals Big Momma herself.
The action elements are light but effective. Car chases, stakeouts, and narrow escapes are played for laughs rather than tension, keeping the tone playful without losing momentum. The criminal plot serves mainly as a playground for comedy, allowing the disguises and personalities to take center stage.
What elevates the film beyond pure slapstick is its focus on legacy. Malcolm isn’t just trying to crack a case — he’s trying to prepare his son for a life he never truly wanted for him. The undercover mission becomes a metaphor for trust, responsibility, and the awkward transition from protector to partner.
Brandon T. Jackson brings genuine heart to Trent’s arc. His struggle to step out of his father’s shadow adds emotional texture, reminding the audience that beneath the wigs and prosthetics is a story about finding your own identity — even in the middle of absurd circumstances.
The film’s pacing is brisk, rarely letting a joke overstay its welcome. Physical comedy, verbal banter, and visual gags are tightly woven, creating a rhythm that feels confident and self-aware. The movie knows exactly what it is — and never apologizes for it.
By the final act, Like Grandfather, Like Father delivers a satisfying blend of ridiculous payoff and heartfelt resolution. The mission wraps up, the disguises come off, and the family bond emerges stronger — bruised, embarrassed, but intact.
Ultimately, Big Mommas: Like Grandfather, Like Father is a joyful reminder that comedy franchises survive not by changing their DNA, but by embracing it. Loud, silly, and surprisingly warm, this sequel proves that when it comes to undercover chaos, the Turner family tradition is alive and thriving.
