
A Bad Moms Christmas movie review: cruel coal in the stocking
This rushed sequel is an insult to its progenitor movie. A cheap knockoff that doesn’t understand what made Bad Moms so smart, funny, and feminist-wise.
film criticism by maryann johanson | handcrafted since 1997
This rushed sequel is an insult to its progenitor movie. A cheap knockoff that doesn’t understand what made Bad Moms so smart, funny, and feminist-wise.
All homophobic, xenophobic, scatological grossout, with some rape and pedophilia “jokes” for flavor. How did this happen?
Far from perfect, but its humor is nearly Monty Python-esque, much more deliciously absurd and creatively bizarre than its predecessor.
I’m really starting to hate Owen Wilson.
I slept with this movie, and now I’m sorry I did.
When a paralyzed Marine takes part in a daring biological experiment on another planet, he encounters a remarkable alien civilization– No, wait: that’s *Avatar.* This movie is about singing cartoon rodents.
I can’t remember a single piece of movie advertising that’s more deceptive, more outrageously, deliberately misleading than the teaser trailer for Anchorman, at least 80 percent of the content of which appears nowhere in the film.