I’m not really sure why I decided to watch Bad Moms, but I did…
But it wasn’t.
I’m going to try not to be too scathing because it’s not that bad a movie; it’s just that it’s the same Hollywood comedy you’ve seen 1000 times already over the past 15 years. It’s crude, it has the most basic and predictable plot imaginable and it’s another one of these rather preachy affairs that bluntly screams at you that women/mothers aren’t perfect.
Yes, we know they aren’t; it’s hardly a revelation.
Presumably the sequel will be exactly what this movie was, but instead of the three women rebelling against the PTA and their daily expectations as mothers, they’ll rebel against what’s demanded of them at Christmas time and by their own mothers, who of course they’ll come to realise in the end are just like them. And then they’ll probably all get drunk together. Yay, men are shit, etc etc.
And yet it was a decent enough movie to watch in the afternoon while playing games on my phone.
Or to put it another way, it’s not something you’d want to go to the cinema to see, but it’d pass the time on a plane.