Sarah Jessica Parker goes from Sex and the City to career mommy under siege (while breaking the sacred wall to talk directly to the audience) in this family comedy from Douglas McGrath (Infamous) with a script from Aline Borsh McKenna (27 Dresses, Morning Glory). I can’t for the life of me figure out how she ever had a career in movies at all, if she devotes all of her energy to making such offensively condescending choices as this tripe, which sets the feminist movement back about a century or two.
Oh, how do those working mothers out there handle all of the tasks before them? Do you make a homemade pie for the school bake sale or go store bought? Do you wander into the office each morning late (because you’re making sure you’ve checked each and every item off your list — the one that never allows for communication with your husband) with crusted food chunks or puke (that you taste just to make sure its actually not puke or crap)? And, of course, men — you know, the husbands and fathers of children — never spend a moment thinking or worrying about any of these things because they only have minds for business.
Maybe the lesson here is that no one knows how a woman like Parker’s character can do it all because she is a horribly ineffective manager of time and resources. I will never understand how McGrath has fallen this far of the chart, but I hope he’s still got enough indie mojo to get back into the game. Grade: F
Opens wide Sept. 16.