Little Man

In the annals of sad and pathetic comedians going for a cheap laugh in a one-joke movie, Marlon Wayans has definitely filled the diaper. You know, the kind of odiferous object left steaming in the summer heat on a park bench … or in a Wal-Mart parking lot … or in this case, in the corner theater of the multiplex. Here as the eponymous, CGI-enhanced, larcenous character (you know he’s larcenous from the beginning because he and his sibling co-writers stole the premise from an old Bugs Bunny cartoon), Wayans scrunches his face as the little-person body double flaps diminutive arms, a pint-sized jewel thief forced by unlikely circumstance to pose as a foundling left on the house steps of a suburban couple in order to gain access to a $100,000 diamond stashed in the wife’s handbag. Do you really need me to tell you what follows? Stupid premise, stupid execution. A stupid movie for stupid people.