Tyler Perry made his fortune by pandering to a predominantly African-American audience. So a tip of the Santa hat for him trying to broaden his appeal by pandering to a white one with "A Madea Christmas," his most integrated movie ever.
Give him respect for making an effort to go against the cultural grain, making a black female character a racist, spouting retrograde sentiments about how all a bully needs is a punch in the mouth and embracing the "War Against Christmas" meme of conservative news outlets.
But from its unfunny Madea-in-customer-service opening to the abrupt thud of a finale, on into the seriously stiff outtakes that cover the closing credits, "Christmas" is his worst Madea movie ever.
How bad is this tale of race, "Taking the Christ out of Christmas" and trouble down on the farm? You can't wait for Larry the Cable Guy to show up.
Yes, it's that bad.
And truth be told, Perry and Larry, two old pros at low comedy, could have done a simple two-character farce, bickering about bigotry, hip hop vs. country music or what have you, and produced a funnier movie. Their scenes at least have a little spark to them. The rest of the movie — none at all.
Madea is fired from her department store greeter gig thanks to assorted "slap the hell outta you" threats. But Eileen (Anna Maria Horsford), her overbearing colleague, talks her into driving with her on a surprise Christmas visit to Eileen's schoolteacher daughter, Lacey (Tika Sumpter).
Lacey's a black teacher to a class full of white kids in tiny Buck Tussle (not to be confused with Bug Tussle), Ala. It's a town about to lose its Christmas festival due to lack of funds, until Lacey's ex-beau Oliver (J.R. Lemon) steps in and finds a corporate (and secular) sponsor.