I am an unapologetic rom-com enthusiast. I believe that when done correctly they are nothing short of cinematic magic (see: When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle and Say Anything). Furthermore, movies such as Bridget Jones’ Diary, The Princess Bride and Clueless become part of our cultural lexicon for decades after their release dates.
Admittedly, despite seeing the other Garry Marshall helmed star-studded holiday themed movies, Valentine’s Day and New Year’s Eve, both choppy and lacking in humor, I held out a little bit of hope that his latest offering, Mother’s Day, would be a return to form. After all, it reunited Marshall with Julia Roberts, whom he made a star in Pretty Woman.
Yeah, so, no. Mother’s Day is the anti-Pretty Woman. It is bereft of charm, totally unfunny and completely lacking in originality. Basically, this movie sloppily connects a bunch of fantastic-looking, upper middle class white people with some robotic Hallmark Channel dialogue and tired hi-jinks that fall short on every level. Marshall inserts one Indian husband and one lesbian couple for some kind of cultural balance but they quickly become the butt of offensive and racist jokes.
I wanted to like this movie, I really did. But, I didn’t. I wanted it to be a return to form for Marshall. But, it wasn’t.
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My suggestion is to run like a mother from this movie.