Spend your Friday somewhere else

So it's Friday again, and who would have guessed it, Craig (Ice Cube) and Day-Day (Mike Epps) are behind on their rent. The only difference this time is that the two perennial slackers had their rent money swiped by a ghetto-Santa-Claus-thief (that, as they often remind you, is how it goes in the 'hood...ha).\nWhat's more, their naggy old landlady won't bend on the rent deadline and has promised the duo an encounter with her recently paroled nephew, a former jailhouse acquaintance of Craig and Day-Day who would love to "get to know them better" on behalf of his dear aunty. \nAnd now it's just like any other Friday. Our slacker heroes have 24 hours to come up with cash to protect their precious "dignity," and as you can imagine, their journey for the dough will run them into all sorts of trouble, create all sorts of excuses for fart jokes and introduce them to all sorts of madcap ghetto caricatures (well, maybe just a bunch of busty women, a mini-pimp and some good, old-fashioned 'hood-rats).\nAll in all, it's not the excruciatingly painful experience it could have been, and there are some funny moments. I always hate saying this sort of thing about a movie, but "Friday After Next" is what it is, nothing more, nothing less. Besides the holiday motif there isn't much that separates this cookie cutter exercise in bland storytelling and bad directing from the previous sequel, "Next Friday." If you've seen the other two, you know exactly what to expect. It is still painfully obvious that the formula just doesn't achieve the same effect and is memorably without Chris Tucker. Just like "Next Friday," it's hard to not hope for a bit more out of nearly every aspect of the film. \nI guess that about sums it up, really. This is by no means a good film; I didn't particularly enjoy myself and I certainly don't condone dropping $7.50 on it, but I think everyone out there knows whether this sort of thing is your cup of tea or not. That, in the end, is really all that matters.