Big Momma is back for a third joyless excursion into ‘let’s-all-laugh-at-the-silly-black-woman-because-it-doesn’t-count-as-racism’ territory, which now features a second ridiculous fat-suited goon – now with extra rapping!. I hope Martin Lawrence spends his evenings thinking about how he’d be more use to humanity as fertiliser, sobbing onto his immorally inflated bank statements.

Yes, folks, just in case Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel wasn’t enough proof for you that the cinematic apocalypse draws near, a director has now been confirmed for a third Big Momma’s House film.