The sequel to the art-house triumph, Paul Blart: Mall Cop The First. This time Mr. Blart uses his Oxford educated wits to just hang out for 90 minutes and have a conversation about post-modernism and how it relates to millennial values and more's while sipping 70-year old scotch and listening to Clint Mansell compositions. Wait, nope, this is more lowest-common-denominator garbage for people to enjoy while trying to take their mind off their type-two diabetes. I wonder how many times his balls get hit.