Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
Mila Kunis | ... | Amy | |
Kristen Bell | ... | Kiki | |
Kathryn Hahn | ... | Carla | |
Christine Baranski | ... | Ruth | |
Susan Sarandon | ... | Isis | |
Cheryl Hines | ... | Sandy | |
Jay Hernandez | ... | Jessie | |
Justin Hartley | ... | Ty Swindel | |
Peter Gallagher | ... | Hank | |
Oona Laurence | ... | Jane | |
Emjay Anthony | ... | Dylan | |
Lyle Brocato | ... | Kent | |
Wanda Sykes | ... | Dr. Karl | |
Christina Applegate | ... | Gwendolyn | |
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Cade Mansfield Cooksey | ... | Jaxon (as Cade Cooksey) |
A Bad Moms Christmas follows our three under-appreciated and over-burdened women as they rebel against the challenges and expectations of the Super Bowl for moms: Christmas. And as if creating a more perfect holiday for their families wasn't hard enough, they must do all of that while hosting and entertaining their own mothers. By the end of the journey, our moms will redefine how to make the holidays special for all and discover a closer relationship with their mothers.
If you have a bottle of something that helps you through holidays with family, then use it liberally after seeing A Bad Moms Christmas because this film will only add to your blues. Not only is it not funny; it is also boring as it trades mercilessly on stereotypical mother/daughter rivalry and takes amusing moments stretching them out to seeming infinity.
For the three principal young moms, Amy (Mila Kunis), Kiki (Kristen Bell), and Carla (Kathryn Hahn), their mothers in different ways present the ugly side of cheer. In each case the mother domineers by not appreciating her daughter, competing with her, or so misunderstanding her as to make familial love impossible.
As for Amy's kids, helicoptering by Grandma Ruth (Christine Baranski) is the mode of loving, never a good thing and one of the few satirical nuggets in an otherwise sloppy script. Not that grandma is devoid of good lines, e.g., "Its December 19th — even the Jews have Christmas trees by now." Most egregious are the lengthy sequences with a male stripper, Ty (Justin Hartley), which have him dancing too much with those gestures supposed to be erotic but end up being lame, even if he is better than Magic Mike. At least the directors/writers, Jon Lucas and Scott Moore, have the wit to place him romantically with the cheesiest of the three ladies, Carla.
The coda is arguably the best part when it philosophizes about the fraught relationships between most daughters and mothers. But that's too little too late. The Grinch rightfully owns this movie, so move on to find real laughs somewhere this season—good luck with that.