Movie Review — Bad Moms

“I am a mom, and we protect our f*cking young!”

Friday night, I just saw BAD MOMS with 6 other ladies (and about 200 other women and about 3 men). This is a MUST SEE movie, for moms, for kids (over 18) and dads. It was freaking hilarious. I laughed so hard my stomach and cheeks ached.

“This bra will be the death of your vagina.”

Yes, I took a couple of notes during the movie so I could share with you the brilliance that was BAD MOMS. Was it a little OTT? OF COURSE! This was a comedy!

This is a movie that every mom can relate to. It doesn’t matter if you are married or single, a stay at home mom, a mom who works full-time out of the home, or a mom that works part-time. Everyone will be able to relate to Bad Moms in one way or another.

It is about a common bond… motherhood. You see, at the end of the day, we all want what’s best for our children. We want them to be happy, healthy and feel loved. We want to raise them to be responsible adults.

And all of us fail. Because we are not perfect. We all make mistakes. We all feel guilty. Because what drives us is love.

“We’re all bad moms because being a mom today is impossible. They survive in spite of us.”

So the basic premise of the movie is we have our heroine, whose name I do not remember, nor do I know if I ever knew it, because did I forget to mention we had drinks and dinner before hand? Well, anyway, I don’t know what her name was, but she was a mom, who was suddenly single, trying to do the best by her kids and was thrust in the middle of a PTA which was being run by a lunatic. No, seriously, this woman was cray cray. She ran her PTA like she was the president of a country. Like the PTA was something more important than it was, a support to the school.  In this character, you will find someone you know. We did. All of us mom’s who had kids who attended the same school, looked at each other and busted out laughing and said, “Sue”! (Names were changed to protect the non-innocent.) The PTA president makes life difficult for all of those who do not follow her like a puppy on a leash.

When our heroine meets up with other non-conforming moms, they are hilarious together. They bond over their children and the difficulties of raising kids, and drinks, they bond over drinks. Much like the other 200+ women in the movie theater. In fact, the two rows in front of where we sat were filled by one group. They all had name tags on (not sure why?) and they were DrunK. They brought their supply in with them, I know this because they kept dropping their bottles onto the floor. Our group bonded with their group because, well, they were hilarious, cheering on our heroine and her escapades and booing the evil doers.

Oh and there was a hottie! “Hottie McDad” as we called him. Don’t ask me his name, cause I have no idea. But he is HOT. The only problem was he didn’t have a bigger role. Because, HOT!

That’s about all I can remember, because well… drinks. And it is 2am and I need sleep.