Pajiba

SMASH TINY VIOLIN!

As an actual working-mom (who yes, takes time to comment here occasionally. Quick someone write a movie about me!!) I would PAY to live via musical montage sometimes because god yes, so much can be achieved during a musical montage. I COULD DO SOOOO MUCH!!!!

Does this give anyone the tiniest inkling why some of us despise SJP?

BTW, I saw an ad for this with a voiceover that stated, as close as I can recall it, "Make it a girls' night out and see ..."

So there's your answer. They don't even begin to try to pretend to persuade hetero males to come into the theater.

Smart, if you ask me.

Can't I just watch that obnoxious scene from Sex and the City 2 again? You know, when Charlotte and Miranda are drinking and crying because it's so hard to be a mother even with their sacks of money and their nannies and maids and so on?

I mean, I don't want to watch that again, but if death is not an option, it seems like that'd save me a lot of time.

That bit about the musical montage was awesome. I am still cracking up.

Is missing your child's first hair cut a thing?

As in a real thing that parents feel the need to be around for like first day of school and first steps?

Perhaps that's why my mother and I have such a difficult relationship....

The last thing I want to watch is some privileged Mother moan about her lot in life and pay $10 to do it. If I wanted to do that I could save myself some $$, give my neighbor a margarita, and listen to a real working mother. Of course then I'd have to put up with her kids running around so maybe the movie is a better option.

PaddyDog

When you become a parent, the Guilt Fairy starts a-sprinklin' from her coal scuttle of Remorse and Self-Recrimination and that B*tch she has enough Gilded Guilt Dust to cover any and every occasion from now until forever.

Oh! I thought this movie was a repackaging of "Salvation Boulevard"! I thought they had re-cut it to market it to a totally different demographic. I guess Kinnear and Brosnan are just the new Rudd and Segel now, hence my mistake.

Looks like sheer pablum.

So this is a movie about nothing. Well I can save myself some money and just watch Seinfeld reruns. At least those are funny.

Gilded Guilt Dust defies the laws of nature in its property of being able to both trickle down AND up.

My favourite is the paragraph about the music montage.

Not a mother at all and grateful for it. My husband's daughter is in Parts Unknown and his son will be released from prison in 15 years. 'S marvelous.

America Canada is the New World
Europe and all ancient worlds are old world
Those in none of the above are third world.

SJP occupies a new world of annoying frauds and poseurs who can just fade away. SOON

Working single mom, thanks. I don't know how she does it, but I do it by own damn self with a whole lot less whining.

And I can't even remember my kid's first haircut, much less endure angst over it.

Bummer. I was really hoping - and I am not joking - that midway through the movie it is revealed that the way she "does it" is by slipping out from work and getting railed by anonymous men on her lunch hour.

Where is that movie?

Hurray! The Dustin I love is back, reviewing horrible movies.

I wish Hollywood would release a horrible movie every day, just so that I could be entertained every day.

I know it's selfish of me to expect Dustin to suffer for my pleasure, but it's one of the few things in life that brings me joy.

Great review. Wouldn't have gone to see it anyway. The title sounds so stupid. I'm a mother of two year old twins and at the end of the day I hardly have time to pee or to eat but I'm quite happy this way. Why would I want to go see a movie about a person who has 100 times more help and money but is still whining about her life?

Yes. Entirely agree. I saw this movie for free, and it was still too much money.

I will note, Christina Hendricks' character is a single mom. She brought the unset jell-o to the bake sale.

America Canada is the New World
Europe and all ancient worlds are old world
Those in none of the above are third world.

Posted by: glyrics at September 16, 2011 2:35 PM

Nope. Wrong definition.

First World.

ugh POSTER- but typo somehow is much more fitting

Did Gwyneth Paltrow write this? I think the people who produce all these shitty Rich White People with Minor Problems movies honestly aren't aware that the majority of Americans are not wealthy and have no idea how we lowly commoners actually live. They don't know how to depict a lifestyle that doesn't involve nannies or posh apartments or lucrative jobs, which is amusing to me more than anything.

In my humble opinion, horse cocks are rather sublime, or, at least, amazing to behold.

I did pay a professional for my kid's first haircut, though, I'm certain of that much.

Because the first time I tried my hand at giving my *dog* a haircut, the vet called me in a panic to inquire about frighteningly fast-spreading skin disease he was displaying. Lesson learned.

My hand-eye coordination could use a little work....

I read the book when it came out. I remember being disappointed because it was touted as a sort of Bridget Jones gets married and has kids. It wasn't even that good. But there were some funny parts and, I may be wrong but I think I learned the term "momfia" from it. Somehow, because it was set in London it didn't seem as obnoxious as the movie sounds. You know, the whole Brit thing.

I'd like a few montages for myself....painting the kitchen cabinets, laying out the annual report, exercising and ending up with a rockin' bod.

"What can Kate Reddy do in a musical montage? Attend a birthday party and look over some paperwork with a serious expression. Oh, la dee fucking da!"

You made me laugh like Pajiba in the olden days. I love you.

Single Father. Love to be able to afford to buy a large cake for my son rather than have to bake one. I hope they all f***ing choke on it....

Suzeet - I, too, really enjoyed the book. I thought it was witty and that the protagonist was far more sympathetic than the Americanized version of the same sounds.

Olivia “Dogshit” Munn...

Thank you, Sir.

I'm still baffled that I'm supposed to be intrigued by a movie that asks how a working mom "does it," when I have friends younger than me making far less as teachers with their own kids, and they never seem to have to drop their kids off to go on martini binges to cope with the pressure.

I'm nannying for rich suburbans while I'm in graduate school and making ends meet. I can tell you how they do it - they don't. They pay other people to do the job and those people often do it better than they can. I sh-t you not, there was one day I was bathing a screaming one year old and a screaming three year old in the bathtub simultaneously, struggling to wash the one year old's hair. The whole time the mother of these two is standing behind me sighing about how "there is so much to do". Then instructs me that, after bathtime and diapering, could I please install the new shower curtain, shower curtain liner, and oh, wipe the floor for water spots caused by the bath. And oh, as I'm trying to put a towel around a squirming wet baby, could you please also re-wash the 3 year old's hair, you didn't get it all. Then goes downstairs to pick out the spots that the cleaning crew in her multi-million dollar home missed, and tell them to do it again. What did she do all day that warranted a sigh and a complaint of SO much to do? Went shopping, bought some groceries, checked some emails, all while not having to change a single diaper or chip a fingernail.

I am so sick of parents (rich or poor) complaining about how haaaaaarrrrrrd it is to raise the spawn, having to scrape for money, feeling guilty, finding quality time, having to make such difficult choices ... here's a choice, the choice you had to have the kid to begin with. It's not a requirement or a law, you don't want one? Pull out or barricade those little squiggly fuckers from meeting at the ovum party. You do want one? Then grin, bear it and shut the fuck up.