I’m a fan of Kevin James; I watched all of “The King of Queens,” and his comedy special, "Kevin James: Sweat the Small Stuff," is among my favorite stand-up performances ever. He's a large man with great timing, and he can be genuinely hilarious—though sometimes he isn't. Paul Blart (Kevin James) works as a mall cop in New Jersey and lives with his daughter Maya (Raini Rodriguez). His wife (Jayma Mays), who appears briefly at the beginning of the film, left him after just six days of marriage, and his mother (Shirley Knight), also given very little screen time, was killed by a milk truck, so he’s feeling pretty down. Maya has been accepted to UCLA, and Paul gets an invitation to a security officer convention at the Wynn Resort in Las Vegas on the same day. He's still riding high from his previous adventures, and he and Maya head west. Maya is immediately taken with resort employee Lane (David Henrie), who isn’t given much to do, while Paul interacts with a group of oddball security officers from across the country and a team of art thieves led by Sofel (Neal McDonough), who seems bored by his role. This leads to an extended sequence of clumsy physical comedy and uninspired action as Paul confronts the criminals after Maya and Lane are taken captive. James co-wrote the screenplay with comedian Nick Bakay, so there should be some humor present. It’s strange that James doesn't seem to have a firm grasp on his character. Is Paul a dimwitted simpleton or an intelligent detective trying to escape his monotonous job? The film presents both sides of this personality. His arrival in Vegas and interactions with the casino staff are intended to be humorous because he’s out of place, but they don't work because James portrays Paul as a callous person. I really disliked him. The few moments that made me smile involved hotel manager Divina (Daniella Alonso) repeatedly finding herself attracted to Paul, and even that joke didn't get going until after their initial awkward encounter; and Muhrtelle (Bob Clendenin), the casino employee with the banana. Rated PG, the film is suitable for families, so any violence involves guns with silencers that miss their mark, and a lot of Paul falling down. A collection of familiar faces and character actors—check out the cast list!—stand around watching Paul fall down repeatedly. Seeing Paul fall down isn’t very funny. The Wynn Resort looks impressive and provides an appealing backdrop for an action movie, but this isn't that kind of film. I don’t anticipate another "Paul Blart" installment; it didn’t do well in theaters, though it was released six years after the first, which wasn’t particularly good, so you never know.

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