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Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins

By Scott Tobias  |  February 7, 2008 | 5:01am
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Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins

The Tyler Perry phenomenon has left
major studios scrambling to find an answer: How did this man create an empire
out of regional theater shows and find a massive audience for his movies
without the support—or even acknowledgment—of the mainstream? The
ensemble comedy Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins shows some real savvy in
appropriating the Perry formula while smoothing out the rough edges. It softens
the overt Christian themes and racial-identity politics, but the focus on
family matters remains, as does the mix of lowbrow comedy and sentimental
melodrama, though it's less jarring and more palatable. Director Malcolm D.
Lee, whose previous work includes the underrated Undercover Brother and Roll Bounce, gives a cast loaded with outsized
(and often oversized) comedic talents enough space to do their shtick, and he
seems reasonably sincere about his script's
slick-city-boy-rehabilitated-on-the-farm clichés.

As usual, Martin Lawrence brings
little but sub-Eddie Murphy hijinks to the table as an egotistical self-help
talk-show host—one part Dr. Phil, another part Jerry Springer—who's
ashamed of his backwoods Southern family. Recently married to a gorgeous but
controlling, fiercely competitive Survivor winner (Joy Bryant), Lawrence gets lured back home
for his parents' 50th wedding anniversary. In spite of his success, he gets his
peacock-pride deflated quickly by his disapproving father (James Earl Jones)
and simple-living siblings Michael Clarke Duncan, Mike Epps, Mo'Nique, and
Cedric The Entertainer, who tease and bully him at every opportunity. His long
rivalry with Cedric, in particular, brings some ugliness back to the surface,
especially when it comes to the good-hearted prom queen (Nicole Ari Parker)
that Cedric swiped out from under him.

Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins leans too heavily on bruising
slapstick for easy laughs, with Lawrence absorbing blows from most of his
family members, when mosquitoes and skunks aren't getting in on the action. The
supporting players fare better, with Mo'Nique a surprising standout as an
unapologetic hussy who runs on tea-flavored sugar drinks and uses Christ as a
means to arrange conjugal visits with local inmates. Epps and Cedric each have
paltrier batting averages, but Lee lets them swing away anyway, which is better
than confining them to ill-fitting roles. Though his generosity could be
construed as indulgence on many occasions, the film has a warmth and
raucousness that's surprisingly disarming. In other words, it's about as good
as a movie featuring gratuitous Pomeranian-humping could possibly be.

 
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