Bad Moms (2016), Dir. Scott Moore

Bad Moms (2016), Dir. Scott Moore
You’re batshit crazy I’m never getting in a car with you.
— Carla, Bad Moms (2016)

Stars: Mila Kunis, Kristen Bell, Kathryn Hahn, Christina Applegate, Jada Pinkett Smith, Annie Mumolo, Oona Laurence, Jay Hernandez, Emjay Anthony, Clark Duke, David Walton.
Director: Scott Moore
Screenplay: Scott Moore

This movie is telling an in-joke that no-one but the creators are in. It has everything it needs to be insanely funny, endearing, and relatable; it just feels like they have rushed too quickly to the punchline and left the audience behind.

Which is a shame because there is a lot about Bad Moms that are on paper hilarious. The premise is so good, like it is the perfect thing to base a women lead film on and for the most part the represent a world that is undeniably real; the modern mother trying to do everything for her kids, for her work, for the PTA with no help from the husband. I have spoken to so many women and they say that this is one of the most accurate representations of their own lives. So it sucks that this movie is not just that tiny bit better. I think what mostly fails this movie is the direction and editing.

I am guessing that a lot of Bad Moms is ad-libbed—as most American comedies tend to be this day and age—so it is a shame that it the editing couldn't contain it. There is a lack of lead up to every reaction on the screen; Kunis (playing the protagonist Amy Marshall) always looks as though she is halfway through a scene when the scene starts. It looks as though she is waiting for her queue instead of demanding that her presence is the most important thing on the screen. I like Mila Kunis but for some reason she just doesn't hold this film together as the lead.

But for all of its flaws this is a pretty entertaining film and it really does open your eyes to what women—and men—have to get done on a daily basis; get the kids ready for school, drop them off, get to work on time, make sure you get everything done before you have to pick up the kids again, drop them off at practice, prepare dinner, pick them up from practice, serve dinner, make sure the kids have done their homework, showered, brushed teeth, and go to bed, then go to bed yourself just to have to do it all over again the next morning. It looks that fucking hell on earth; I can barely get myself to work on time let alone do ten important things before even leaving the house. 

This could have been a great comedy about the reality of the modern mum, it almost was but just too many small things brought this film down.