Love this review of Miss Congeniality 2, especially the end:
The only thing that kept this thin, bland gruel of inconsequential characters, scrawny story, and feeble wit from heading straight to DVD is Sandra Bullock's name--her actual presence does nothing to elevate the proceedings. You can totally imagine Gracie running into other TV characters and not being able to hold her own against them. Like, say, Gil Grissom's nightshift CSI team, seeing as she is on their home turf, after all. Grissom would scowl a lot at her idiotic scatterbrainedness and say things like "I guess our federal friends really are so overextended with the war on terror that they've got to scrape the bottom of the barrel for ordinary kidnappings," and Catherine would scowl a lot and say things like "Oh, pul-leeze, as if that boa and those heels could make her fabulous." And Gracie's new partner, Sam Fuller (Regina King), could actually follow through on her threat--"I can't deal with her. I'll kill her. And I'll enjoy it."--and then, if we got lucky, Grissom and Catherine would get to see Gracie's decayed and mutilated body pulled from a dumpster behind a seedy rundown casino, or from a shallow desert grave where she'd be all desiccated and stuff.