I was scared to death. But I hate the make up, I hate the process, I hate the pantyhose. I hate talking high. David and Tamela know how much I hated every night getting into the costume. I just knew Tyler the writer, director, producer, the man who runs the show. So, I came around the corner, we were doing the jail scene, I heard Tyler talking as a director, setting up the shot, and he was Madea, and it was a shock and hilarious all at the same time.
Once again, Perry has concocted an ungainly mix of broad comedy, comically violent slapstick, sudsy sentimentality and aggressive spiritual uplift, racing through vertiginous mood swings and tonal shifts as characters run the gamut from smoking joints to praising Jesus, cracking heads to breaking hearts. Also once again, Perry casts himself — in outrageous femme drag — as the blustery behemoth known as Madea, the trash-talking, quick-tempered matriarch of an extended Atlanta family. Even during her funniest moments in the preceding pics, the character has come off as almost impossibly grating. On at least two occasions, her self-indulgent tantrums suggest the screechings of a sociopath. Unfortunately, Linda also is an assistant D. The comic highlight is a sequence in which Madea proves capable of driving even the professionally compassionate Dr.