Ray felt sick during the COLLEGE ROAD TRIP

Available at Amazon from July 15th priced at $19.99 Something's wrong with our big black male stars these days. We have ICE CUBE in babysitting comedies. We have EDDIE MURPHY in tepid, cartoonish remakes of silly movies for kids. And we have MARTIN LAWRENCE. I was never a fan of Lawrence. Even during his breakout years starring in MARTIN, he always mugged too much for my tastes. He also has this unsettling tendency to do whatever it takes to please his audience; in my opinion, true artists are the ones who refuse to compromise. Lately, Lawrence has been testing the limits of his dubious charm and comedic theatricality in a surprisingly-bad run of feature films. Even the ones for adults, like WILD HOGS, tend to contain way too much broad, ridiculous mugging from the guy. And now we have this fucking nonsense. THE FILM I'm not even going to bother to really recap this piece of trash. Lawrence plays an overprotective father who accompanies his daughter (RAVEN-SYMONE) to college. YAWN. The writing is awful. The direction is pedestrian. But it is the performances that truly bury this pile of shit. Symone and Lawrence play their roles as if the film was silent, their eyes and mouths rolling gesticulating wildly. I haven't seen performances this ridiculously over-the-top on a screen since GUSTAV VON WANGENHEIM played Hutter in the original NOSFERATU. In 1922. Before the advent of sound. Just awful. We expect a certain amount of exaggeration from Lawrence. But here he's paired with Symone, who managed to extend her undeserved 15 minutes of fame from the jumped-the-shark years of THE COSBY SHOW by starring in one of Disney's worst shows, THAT'S SO RAVEN. Her bewildering popularity there does not translate onto the movie screen. She overacts without restraint, to the point of embarrassment. Please, Hollywood. Stop giving film roles to either one of these idiots. EXTRAS Who gives a fuck? Thankfully, the extras are Disney fluff rather than an in-depth look behind the scenes. OVERALL Do you love life? Do you appreciate entertainment above the intelligence level of an aborted gnat? Then avoid this awful, awful film.