Just in time for mum’s special day, comes a feel good, Hallmark-style film targeted at mothers, and women in general.
At least, that’s what the makers of the abysmal rubbish that is Mother’s Day, directed by Gary Marshall, seemed to think they were offering.
Unfortunately, all they are offering is a star studded, cringe-worthy puke-fest with an unnecessarily complicated, yet remarkably paper thin plot, which is an insult to the intelligence.
The story is thus: Sandy (Jennifer Aniston) is a stressed-out, but incredibly gorgeous, single mother who lives in a stunning and very expensive-looking house. She discovers her equally as attractive ex-husband is marrying a much younger (and beautiful) woman and they are going to live in his ridiculously large and expensive-looking house and have to share their beautiful children. No one ever seems to go to work though, so it’s very impressive that they have earned so much money for their fancy cars and houses. They very often go running and to the gym in active wear a lot, though. But I digress.
Sandy’s friend Jesse (Kate Hudson) lives in a beautiful, expensive-looking house, but it is also unclear if she has a job. She does go to the gym in active wear, though. She can’t tell her parents that she has a family because they are bigots. This opens up many opportunities for some casual racism and homophobia in the name of comedy, but it’s really not funny.
Bradley (Jason Sudeikis) is a widower raising his two daughters on his own. He runs the gym (see active wear comments above). Bradley’s plot doesn’t go anywhere and his immensely unlikable character is largely underdeveloped and completely inconsistent.
Things get really bizarre, though, when we meet home shopping channel superstar, Miranda (Julia Roberts), who is too busy with her career to worry about having children. But she has a secret! The problem is, by the time we discover the secret, the film’s horrendous script and pointless plot has driven us too far away and we really don’t care what the secret is, or how it could be resolved.
Of course the characters’ lives interweave and everyone learns a lesson or two, but I was too distracted trying to work out why no one went to work but was still fabulously wealthy, why the kids only went to school once (in the opening sequence), and how come everyone was able to spontaneously throw lavish and elaborate parties and picnics without any preparation.
The acting is good, because the cast is made up of superbly talented, veteran Hollywood superstars. How on earth they were convinced to perform in a half-baked tele-movie style puff film is beyond me.
Mother’s Day is trying to be Love Actually, or films of that ilk, but it fails. What is left is a bunch of loose plots with unbelievable, unlikeable characters, that just seems to go on and on.
The best Mother’s Day gift you could give your mum is to avoid taking her to this atrocious film.
Reviewed by Libby Parker (who is normally a lot kinder about films)