Damn yo, this movie be straight up frontin’!

As if you hadn’t already figured out the entirety of the plot from the 30-second previews, “Bringing Down the House” is about Peter Sanderson (Steve Martin) unintentionally hooking up with Charlene Morton (Queen Latifah).

Arrested for armed robbery, Morton is a framed convict seeking legal advice and lodgings from a taken-back Sanderson. Morton meets Sanderson via America Online, disguised as a white lawyer. Little does Morton know that she’s an especially obnoxious convict.

Meanwhile, the real armed robber, who is Latifah’s ex-boyfriend, is pining to keep his dirty secret safe.

Sanderson appears to have lived underneath a rock for the entirety of his life, being visibly shaken by the differences separating his conservative white culture and Morton’s liberal black culture. In addition, his neighbors, friends and family seem to live in his racial bubble.

Morton is guilty of a similar sin. She embarrasses herself, and her race, in her predictable role. Oh, and she lacks any comedic talent (timing, wit, etc.) whatsoever, making the 105-minute movie run more tedious than it already is.

The following two stereotypes presented in “Bringing Down the House” will insult and alienate any clear-thinking individual, but perpetuate the following ignorance of any numbskull: All whites are ultra-conservative, uncultured Wonder Bread, and blacks are gun-toting, raunchier-than-thou prison inmates.

With that in mind, an uneasy feeling dug into the pit of my stomach a quarter way though “Bringing Down the House” when Martin denies the presence of a black person (Latifah), or as he says “a negro,” to save face in front of his white neighbor.

I’m not going to strap on the racism goggles and accuse this-that-or-the-other thing of prejudice. But I will say this: “Bringing Down the House” is exploitative.

It inflates the stereotypes behind whites and blacks so that rednecks can howl at the black convict hiding with an uncomfortable white lawyer from the scary black man with a gun.