Movie review of “Mother’s Day”: The latest in a series of holiday-inspired movies by Garry Marshall, this compilation of stories features many mothers, none of them interesting. Rating: 1.5 stars out of four.
Motherhood, let no one disagree, is hard work. Then again, so is sitting through Garry Marshall’s new comedy “Mother’s Day,” a two-hour movie so forgettable that I’m not convinced it actually exists.
The latest film in Marshall’s grimly formulaic holiday series (“New Year’s Eve,” “Valentine’s Day”), “Mother’s Day” is, according to my notes, an assortment of stories involving mothers. There’s a divorced mom (Jennifer Aniston), trying to adjust to her ex-husband’s new marriage and her sons’ new bombshell stepmom. (Bombshell = wears shorts and thigh-high boots around the house, as one does.) There’s a new mom (Britt Robertson), a widowed dad (Jason Sudeikis), a gay mom (Sarah Chalke), a nasty racist homophobic mom (Margo Martindale) and a mom (Kate Hudson) who mostly just seems to work out a lot. And there’s a Home Shopping Network guru career-woman (Julia Roberts), who says from beneath her hideous red-mushroom wig that she’s Not A Mom, Thank You Very Much, but you’ll see her plotline coming like a storm cloud on the horizon.
All this is set in Atlanta, where there is apparently exactly one grocery store, one soccer field, one gym and one hospital, and where all these characters intersect. Everything sorts itself out exactly as you think it might, with warm Mother’s Day wishes for all. And not one of these people or stories is remotely interesting; all seem to have been written by committee. Only Aniston’s character seems to have an actual personality (she’s funny when she talks to herself, in explosive little rants), and for that I think we can credit the performance over the script.
Movie Review ★½
‘Mother’s Day,’ with Jennifer Aniston, Kate Hudson, Julia Roberts, Jason Sudeikis, Britt Robertson, Timothy Olyphant, Hector Elizondo, Jack Whitehall, Margo Martindale. Directed by Garry Marshall, from a screenplay by Anya Kochoff Romano, Matt Walker and Tom Hines. 118 minutes. Rated PG-13 for language and some suggestion material. Several theaters.
It’s a lazy movie that fades from memory the instant the credits start to roll; a blandly pretty cog in a studio wheel. Moms deserve better. So do moviegoers.