Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 is pretty dang hilarious! I hadn't seen its prequel, but Kevin James cracks me up. It's clean, wholesome family fun—zero bad language, no improper scenes, no drugs, only goofy violence, etc. It amounts to an Ocean's 11 art heist film, and James's comedic timing and physical schtick is enjoyable (vastly better than anything Dick Van Dyke or Jerry Lewis ever served up). Here, it's not awkward or too self-knowing or uncomfortable to watch, but rather, is legitimately uproarious, and Blart's ongoing misinterpretation of Divina Martinez (played by Daniella Alonso) is bust-a-gut funny. I saw the film in a packed theater of 300, ages 4 to 80, and once the laughter began (no later than 20 minutes in), it never subsided. Folks cheered and clapped as the credits rolled, and not because it was over wink emoticon If you're looking for a cute movie before Friday's Age of Adaline or next Friday's Age of Ultron, do consider Blart. I know, I know, it sounds absolutely preposterous and I'm incredulous at my own words, but Blart doesn't aim for an Oscar, and on that score—"popcorn funny"—it delivers, and then some. Trust me on that.
