Review of Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2

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Every so often a film comes along that touches a nerve with society and changes the perception of film in general. I’m talking about a piece of art so brilliant that it rivals Citizen Kane and makes Chinatown look like Pootie Tang. That’s right, folks I’m talking about the cinematic masterpiece that is “Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2”. It’s the “Godfather Part II” of Kevin James Segway comedies.

Do you like brilliant satire? Then this film is for you. No longer is Network considered the pivotal cultural satire that defines our society. No, that “film” has been replaced by one a million times better that dares to speak the bold universal truths of society (such as “fart” and “boobies”).

Don’t let the marketing fool you this film goes much deeper than your typical Adam Sandler Oscar bait. Kevin James is not just playing a sad sack overweight, morbidly obese mall security guard with clinical depression who constantly falls down and probably belongs in a Todd Solondz movie. Rather, he represents all of us. Society as a whole. At this specific point in time. Paul Blart is everyone of us and the mall represents America. And this movie dares to show us, America, constantly falling down, tripping over itself in an inane attempt to remain relevant and the greatest nation in the world (and also getting hit in the nuts a lot while riding a Segway, which is also a metaphor for foreign dependency on oil).

Furthermore, ISIS is represented by a terrorist group that threatens to wipe out our entire mass produced culture (i.e. The Mall). Only one person stands in their way. Paul.

Fat guy falls down. Hysterical.

Forget Star Wars. This is the movie event of the year. I just can’t wait for “Paul Blart: Mall Cop 3D” to hit theatres where he decides to join the CIA.

GRADE: A++++++

Review of Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2

EDITOR’S NOTE: Where’s my goddamn check, Happy Madison?

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