An Argument Against Procreation

There is much to be said about mothers. They are the everyday heroes whose work is never recognized quite enough. I'm sure there is also a good comedy to be made about the struggles that moms face and how they get through the day juggling work, family, and a million errands. There might even be a way to make mommy bloggers interesting.
But sadly "Motherhood" is not that movie.

Watching it is a bit like reading a second rate mommy blog. It's the difference between listing a sequence of events and telling a story. "Motherhood" simply rushes mother Uma Thurman through a day where she's shuttling kids to school, planning a birthday party, going to the play land, and dealing with byzantine parking restrictions in new york city. But there's no story arc, no character development. Just a list of annoyances. And it doesn't even have anything interesting to say about those annoyances.

Uma Thurman is not believable as a harried mom. She's a little too haughty, and it's obvious we're watching a movie star slumming. The movie reaches its cringe inducing nadir when Thurman invites up a bike messenger to her apartment for a little impromptu dance party that seems to go on forever.

Satre wrote that Hell is other people. But he never saw "Motherhood."

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