After six years of keeping our malls safe, Paul Blart has earned a well-deserved vacation. He heads to Las Vegas with his teenage daughter before she heads off to college. But safety never takes a holiday and when duty calls, Blart answers. After six years of keeping our malls safe, Paul Blart has earned a well-deserved vacation. He heads to Vegas with his teenage daughter before she heads off to college. But safety never takes a holiday and when duty calls, Blart answers. Aren't comedies supposed to be funny? I mean, isn't that the purpose? You go to a comedy movie, and you are supposed to enjoy a few good laughs. Not once did I have that moment as I sat through Paul Blart: Mall Cop. And the theater was the quietest I've ever experienced. For the majority of the film, the audience was stone face silent. It was a painful silence…until a woman giggled at something. Then she buried her face. <br/><br/>"Oh God! Everyone is looking at me," she said.<br/><br/>Paul Blart goes to Las Vegas for a trade convention. But he can't leave his job behind, so he keeps imagining these scenarios. But in the end, he stumbles upon the dream heist. And all his delusions come true.<br/><br/>Okay, at what point did these jerks think that releasing this movie in the world where Trayvon Martin gets shot for walking to the store is okay? From the scenario that they write, Paul Blart doesn't need a pat on the back. He needs help. These lousy filmmakers try to sell this anti-gun message. But they think it's okay to highlight a security officer with an over-active imagination? <br/><br/>Really, really bad. I watched this with a friend and we bouth laughed and enjoyed it but he called me gay behind my back the next day :(( James' everyman appeal is stretched to the limits here, like that polyester shirt he wears.
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