film criticism by maryann johanson | since 1997
The to-die-for cast can’t quite save this melodrama from its trite obviousness, in which rage and grief are matters of tasteful, upscale lifestyle. But they at least make it passingly watchable.
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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.
Dumb, pointless, unentertaining crap. But at least it’s about women. Yay? Nah.
This is like the evil Mirror Universe version of Ted.
For all the satisfying ironies that are dished up, some of what we’re served is hopelessly naive.
Insanely grand… My god, I love this movie. It’s every movie. It’s the ultimate movie.
Those with a very low tolerance for indie quirk may find their patience tried, but I, who have been mixed on the Duplass Brothers and really hated their last film, kinda couldn’t help being charmed by this one.
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What sort of show would you cast them in?
