Big Momma's House by Karen Moline This agreeably Southern-fried version of Tootsie is a hoot. It stars the versatile Martin Lawrence as Malcolm, an FBI agent forced to go undercover in Georgia (in drag no less) as "Big Momma" in order to gain the confidence of the real Momma's granddaughter Sherry (Nia Long), whose ex-boyfriend is an escaped bank robber/murderer (a crook who, naturally, is so clever he can elude all the law enforcement agents out looking for him.) True to formula, Malcolm falls in love with Sherry, but can't break out of his grotesquely padded cover to declare himself. One predictable set-up follows another: Malcolm frying a pork chop in five pounds of Crisco; Malcolm as midwife, demonstrating a heretofore unexplored use of the leftover Crisco; Malcolm as the granny who kicks butt in the self-defense course to win approval of Sherry's son Trent; Malcolm fending off the advances of a horny old goat who's eager to cop a feel of a butt big enough to hold a church supper on. You get the point. Despite the cliched set-ups of Big Momma, the spirit is wonderfully lighthearted, the comic timing so impeccable, the slapstick endlessly silly, and the editing just snappy enough to keep audiences laughing. It's a far more agreeably mindless summer flick than the testosterone-fueled blow-em-ups like Mission Impossible 2. Here the only blowing-up takes place when Malcolm straps on Big Momma's fat suit and waddles out the door. What did you think of this movie? Sound off in the Movie Forum.