A Bad Moms Christmas movie cast: Mila Kunis, Kristen Bell, Kathryn Hahn, Christine Baranski, Susan Sarandon, Cheryl Hines
A Bad Moms Christmas movie director: Jon Lucas, Scott Moore
A Bad Moms Christmas movie rating: 1 star
After the success of Bad Moms, where mothers found getting drunk was the only way to survive work, school and overachieving parent-teacher associations, this is a natural fit. Mothers will testify that besides fellow supermoms, the stuff that gives them nightmares is festivals. And Christmas, as we have gleaned from many Hollywood films around this time (or maybe a little later to D-Day), is “the biggest show” of them all.
However, just having a good idea isn’t enough, even if directors Lucas-Moore may have got away with it once. This is a lazy — and let’s just ignore the missing punctuation in the film’s title, shall we? — and, at times, atrociously crass effort that does no justice to its talented cast. Except, that is, Baranski, who lets nothing the film throws her way, including a carolling competition, to stop her. The director duo even gets away with being very, very cruel to Kenny G.
Besides, while promising to be a film about how much pressure mothers bring upon themselves over hosting the perfect Christmas for the family, A Bad Moms Christmas ends up about resolving mother-daughter conflicts through some very cliched characters and very cliched solutions.
Kunis’s striving Amy, and her two children, her boyfriend and his daughter, has the perfectionist Ruth (Baranski) for mother. Baranski’s idea of Christmas is raining down money like snow, including a sculpture made of “ice from moon”. Bell’s struggling Kiki, and her husband and four children get the clingy Sandy (Hines). Sandy wears clothes with Kiki’s face on them and is not averse to checking up on Kiki’s sex life with her husband first-hand. Hahn’s badmouthed Carla, and her son, has for mother Isis (Sarandon). She wears a leather jacket and heels, and is high on drugs and drinks most waking hours — no mother material, so to speak.
The film is about what happens when the three elder mothers land up to spend Christmas with the three younger moms.
Like the prequel, there is one scene of Amy, Kiki and Sandy getting sloshed, this time when confronted with the chaos of a shopping mall high on Christmas cheer. The remaining time though is spent stretching that one idea about contrarian mothers and daughters through many situations. Apart from gazing at one man’s sizeable balls — censored for our benefit — describing them in detail — censored — and getting on to other parts of his autonomy — censored. All over the course of a Brazilian wax.
Well, if that’s what you are looking for this Christmas, go ahead.