Motherís Day (2/10)
by Tony Medley
Runtime 118 minutes.
Not for children.
Long time comedic
director Gary Marshall has apparently morphed from movie director to
rabbi, because this preaches every hallowed politically correct bromide
known to and beloved by political Hollywood. The key to how bad this
thing really is is shown by the credits, which list five different
people participating in the story and screenplay. Whenever there are so
many people involved in getting a script to the screen, you are
forewarned youíre in big trouble.
I knew from the
contrived slice of life dialogue during the first five minutes that I
was in for a long, long 118 minutes.
There is some good
news, however. Julia Roberts does not have a laughing scene. Oh, she
smiles sometimes, but we are thankfully spared that phony laugh of hers
that directors seem to want to insert in all her movies. Actually, Julia
gives a fairly good performance, given the woeful script and story.
This movie that is
supposed to be about Motherís Day has every conceivable couples
situation except a normal, traditional, loving heterosexual mother and
father with loving children. That is something not to be celebrated or
even mentioned; this is Hollywood Values at its worst.
Be warned, there are
no laughs in this movie. There are obvious lines and situations that are
intended to create laughs. But there are no laughs. And itís not just
the way I feel all by my lonesome. In my screening I was sitting next to
a guy whom I originally thought was a laugh shill, because he laughed
loudly in the first 30 seconds at something that was not the least bit
funny. But even he did not laugh again. Shill or not, he did not find
anything to laugh at. I heard nary another laugh from the audience for
the next two hours.
When the end credits
come on, there are apparently some outtakes. I was so anxious to leave
that I did not stay for them. Maybe you will find some laughs there.