Mother’s Day review – crudely conceived

‘Monster of a narrative’: Jennifer Aniston and Kate Hudson in Mother’s Day.

The latest piecemeal portmanteau from Garry Marshall (Valentine’s Day, New Year’s Eve) is, if nothing else, an effective argument for the need for more female film directors. Note to male Hollywood executives: just chucking the words “womb” and “pilates” into every other scene does not a chick flick make. Mother’s Day seems to be kind of a big deal in the US. The characters are forever breaking off from their yoga classes to discuss plans for the momentous celebration. There’s even a street parade. Featuring a womb on wheels. Because nothing says motherhood like a car chase involving a uterus. There’s very little that is natural about the storytelling in this crudely conceived, genetically engineered monster of a narrative. And there is no insight into motherhood that you couldn’t find in a pound shop greeting card.

Watch the trailer for Mother’s Day.