Mean spirited, artless clap trap

If I could give this film a ZERO, that would be my choice. Or a minus one. Right up there (or down there) on my list of All-Time Worst Movies I have ever had the misfortune of sitting through.

The rot sets in early on in this peanut-stuffed turkey, when Jennifer Lopez's character is told by one of Michael Vartan's character's old girlfriends that he's gay. She has met this guy, talked to him, gotten a really good vibe from him, but yet she takes the girlfriend's WORD FOR IT that he's gay. What does this tell us, boys and girls? It clued me, for openers, that Jennifer's character has the mentality of a cardboard box. After this point, I didn't care anymore what happened to her. The rest of the film was equally pathetic, a 'comedy' without any concept of comedic timing, dialog or situations, a thoroughly artless, vile, mean-spirited piece of drivel with only a couple of funny lines, delivered cleverly by Wanda Sykes, who seemed to understand that she was not doing her career any favors by appearing in this debacle but she figured she's talented enough to sustain it nonetheless. (This is a woman, after all, who survived Bill Cosby.)

If Monster In Law had been an Italian movie, say, it would have been blessed with some charm, some wit, some playful sense of deranged spoofability. I can picture it, in fact, with Roberto Bennigni doing a drag turn in the Jane Fonda role; that would have perked it up quite considerably for me.