You absolutely don’t need half a brain in order to accommodate the buffoonery of the Madea franchise — and even though I can’t sit through any of it without squinting — I must admit they pale in comparison to the other items in his catalog.
Not even half? Harsh! But…probably true. The last Madea film I went to, with relatives who just thought she was too hysterical to be missed, I grimaced through half of it, and fake-forced laughed my way through the rest…to be sociable. It was Thanksgiving and I was trying to you know, go along to get along. The whole time I was thinking, “are the pieces of my brain that have melted, dripping out of my ear yet?”