I like Kevin James, I really do, which is why I’m probably going to watch “Paul Blart: Mall Cop” when it shows up on TV. Or when Blockbuster suckers my nephew into renting a copy when this thing hits DVD. The plot: “Mall cop Paul Blart loves his job but his enthusiasm and dedication gets only contempt from his colleagues and the mall employees. Paul finally gets the respect he deserves when he thwarts Veck Sims’ master plan to rob the entire mall, and in the process earns the love of kiosk owner Naomi when he saves both her and his own daughter, Maya, from the bad guys.” Basically, a lot of “Damn, Kevin James is fat” jokes, which is always good for a laugh. That, plus the notion of extreme sports bad guys once again gets re-used, because, you know, “xXx” and that crap haven’t used it up yet. Shit, doesn’t even the Bond movies have extreme sports bad guys now?
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