It’s possibly an ill advised idea to make a sequel to a modestly successful film a full 14 years after the original was made. It’s probably just as ill advised to make said sequel into a Holiday themed extravaganza. Neither is really the reason why the awkwardly titled The Best Man Holiday ultimately falls flat on its face. This sequel to the well received and imminently likeable 1999 original film about a bunch of best friends coming together and falling apart when one of their own is about to get married, gets off to a surprisingly strong start. Then, once the second hour of the film hits, there’s a point where Malcolm D. Lee’s film floors its foot on the gas to go over a cliff of clichés and ludicrous contrivances with reckless disregard for what made the original a worthwhile endeavour in the first place.
Everyone from The Best Man has seemingly moved on and done well for themselves. Lance (Morris Chestnutt) is on the verge of hanging up his football cleats for good, and on Christmas Day, he’s due to break the all time rushing record while leading his New York Giants into the playoffs. His wife Mia (Monica Calhoun) also looks to the season to bring all of their old friends back together. Jordan (Nia Long) now works as an executive for MSNBC and is currently dating someone who may be the whitest man alive (Eddie Cibrian). Julian (Harold Perrineau) has been thriving as the founder of his own school, but has seen his funding cut after a video featuring his wife (Regina Hall) stripping back at a frat party in 1997 hits the internet. Laid back, self proclaimed pimp Quentin (Terrence Howard) hasn’t changed a bit, but is doing well for himself with a brand management company. Shelby (Melissa De Sousa) has become a reality television star thanks to her penchant for divorces and make-up that looks like it was put on with a patching trowel, and seems to be letting success go to her head. See more at: http://dorkshelf.com/2013/11/14/the-best-man-holiday-review/#sthash.X0aUxSbp.dpuf
