By Evan Serpick
Updated January 10, 2003 at 05:00 AM EST

Despite the impression left by a series of public embarrassments, including a crazed (and armed) stroll in the middle of Ventura Boulevard, Martin Lawrence is not crazy. That’s the good news to be gleaned from the beleaguered comedian’s latest concert film/confessional. The bad news is that he’s still not all that funny. At 36, Lawrence has mellowed since his eponymous sitcom and Def Comedy Jam days — his youthful misogyny is largely replaced by equally offensive post-9/11 xenophobia — but the bombast still far outweighs the wit, making for a film you probably won’t runtel anybody about.