A Bad Moms Christmas Movie Review
If you make it an hour into A Bad Moms Christmas and don’t laugh, know that you are not alone. If you make it through the entire movie without laughing, know that you are not alone. If you find it to be just like the last one—not funny and not at all naughty—know that you are not alone.
The first Bad Moms relied on a great concept—what happens when three moms say fuck it to the “parent rules” and just let loose—but failed to execute. There were a few mildly funny parts, but for the most part the movie consisted of Mila Kunis, Kristen Bell and Kathryn Hines struggling to make their lines funny and writing/directing duo Jon Lucas and Scott Moore demonstrating that their definition of “bad moms” meant women jumping up and down in slow motion holding glasses of champagne.
Unfortunately, because Bad Moms was a hit and money always overrules quality in the movie industry, Lucas and Scott were brought back for A Bad Moms Christmas, a movie that with the right material could work but that, once again, is pathetically dull and primarily consists of Mila Kunis, Kristen Bell and Kathryn Hines struggling to make their lines funny and women jumping up and down in slow motion holding glasses of booze.
Whereas the original had some semblance of humor, A Bad Moms Christmas is your typical comedy sequel—it’s much, much worse than the first one, relying on the same tired jokes without showing any willingness to make improvements.
Sadly, adding grandmas Cheryl Hines, Christine Baranski and Susan Sarandon into the mix did nothing to help matters. In fact, their presence actually elevates your awareness of all of the wasted potential on screen.
A Bad Moms Christmas isn’t naughty-bad—it’s bad bad. Leave this one in the stocking.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.