The novel concept ends up doing wonders for the film’s rhythm. The ones who put up with more than they should have to all day-every day, and desperately need a night out with someone like Kathryn Hahn just to feel human again.
The ones who know that the promise that ‘You can have it all’ is a lie. The ones who can’t afford housekeepers or nannies. The ones who’d like to bring store-bought doughnut holes to the school bake sale without being judged by Gwyneth. Bad Moms is for all the other mothers out there. That show is so caught up in its aspirational Upper East Side milieu of one-percent privilege, there’s nothing to really relate to. It’s also incredibly funny in a way that that a similarly-themed show like Bravo’s Odd Mom Out wants to be, but isn’t.
But Bad Moms has the sting of truth about the relentless demands mothers (and yes, even fathers) face today. With as much insight as Bad Moms has, it’s hard to believe that the film was written and directed by two men, Jon Lucas and Scott Moore-the same guys who co-wrote that ode to arrested male development, The Hangover, no less.
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