
Fun Mom Dinner movie review: stay at home, moms
Stereotypes and contrived shenanigans don’t seem to actually offer much catharsis for harried moms seeking escape. And the dads inevitably butt into their me-time.
Stereotypes and contrived shenanigans don’t seem to actually offer much catharsis for harried moms seeking escape. And the dads inevitably butt into their me-time.
I’m floored by its breakdown of toxic masculinity and toxic femininity… [This post is not behind the paywall.]
Hooray for movies about sex and love that aren’t about teenagers trying to get laid but adults still trying to figure it all out.
Not so much a movie as a mismatched mix of dick jokes and rampant homophobia. I’m kidding: There aren’t any actual jokes here.
A cheery, airy fairy tale filled with a very modern ache and buoyed by an infectious joy. I love this movie.
Trying to figure what is the most offensive thing about this accidental mashup of 70s Woody Allen and Sex and the City…
I say it’s about time, as we enter the second decade of the 21st century, to put behind us all that nonsense about ‘feminism’ and undignified female self-determination. Yes, we ladies must at last put down our feet daintily clad in $600 shoes and say: No more.