The movie's other foot is planted in stand-up and what Rock learned from it. Andre reconnects with his comedian instincts in a scene (after the movie's big reveal, a ridiculous one) where he performs an impromptu set at a Manhattan comedy club. As a comic and as a comic actor, Rock is easy company. He can get away with pungent cultural critique (at one point he dings all the "bad, dark-skinned boyfriends" in Tyler Perry's movies) simply because he's a deft hit-and-run artist, never lingering for long in any one comic intersection. Well, one exception: the scene in a Houston hotel room with a couple of gold-digging hookers, also featuring Cedric the Entertainer, goes on a while. It belongs to a dumber movie than this one, and in a script alert to all kinds of behavior and perspectives, why can't Rock envision female characters that aren't in some way duplicitous or shrews?