Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins Review, by Kyle Smith of New York Post

Bouncing off the subterranean floor of my expectations, "Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins" turns out to be formulaic and broad but also skillfully paced and big-hearted, with a sharp cast of comics that makes the most of a sunny script.

Lawrence, almost unrecognizable in man's clothing but no fat suit, is "R.J. Stevens," a TV star with a hot TV fiancée (Joy Bryant) who won "Survivor." His idea of a great gift for his parents: a plasma TV, a 50-inch flat-screen symbol of his own shallowness. R.J. - real name Roscoe Jenkins - hasn't seen his rural Georgia family in years.

Bringing along his stuck-up hottie, Roscoe nervously returns to the "chitlins and cornbread" of small-town life for his parents' 50th anniversary. Soon he's being manhandled by his cop brother (Michael Clarke Duncan), scammed by his hip-hop brother (Mike Epps) and punished with the smell of barbecued ribs forbidden by his Hollywood diet. "They done sissified you off the pig!" someone says. His fiancée's bottle of Bordeaux winds up in the fruit punch.

There is plenty of slapstick - a disturbing love scene between mismatched dogs, a fistfight between Roscoe and his jumbo-size sister (Mo'Nique) - but director Malcolm D. Lee never takes his eye off character. That makes the physical comedy funnier and sets up some warm family moments

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