“Baby Mama” is a comedy starring the two funniest women on TV that gets fewer laughs in 96 minutes than a “Family Matters” rerun. It’s a miscarriage from top to bottom, without so much as a grain of originality or anything resembling a more than remotely amusing thought.
Tina Fey stars as one of those movie executive women who love their job and have no family as a result. She desperately wants a baby, and in a scene that appears written by someone who has never been to a doctor, is told that her uterus sucks. So she hires Amy Poehler, a white trash nitwit, to be a surrogate for her baby. They engage in sitcom style antics such as feuding over the toilet and who stuck gum under the table, because everyone goes to the movies to wade through a series of trite conflicts and jokes that could be written by a mature 3rd grader, right?
Poehler’s character is straight out of a Jeff Foxworthy book, an insufferable redneck worse than anything I ever saw during my three years in Alabama. It passes stereotyping and becomes just plain snide; you can easily imagine the filmmakers snicker, “Ha, she’s such an idiot, I’ll bet she believes in God and lost her virginity to her cousin and voted for Bush at least once.”
Not content to merely be unfunny, the filmmakers went the distance and threw in banal plot twists, character development with no basis in story or plot, a chemistry free romance with Greg Kinnear, a wasted cameo by Steve Martin, and a courtroom scene just in case we forgot we were watching a movie. It’s as if written by rigidly adhering to formula, but it’s a formula never once used in a half-decent film.
Sometimes I watch terrible films and wonder what the film’s premier must have been like. Did the cast of this film mingle around the bar afterwards and discuss firing their agents? Was everybody depressed and mumbling to themselves when the topic of the film itself came up? I hope so.
Tina Fey is the creator and star of “30 Rock,” the funniest show currently on TV, and yes, I’m aware of “South Park.” Amy Poehler is a star on “Saturday Night Live” and likely the funniest cast member by a factor of ten. Both of them should be able to vomit better material than this, but instead their faces are plastered on posters and billboards, shilling this derivative garbage at the expense of their names.
Scratch what I said earlier; this isn’t a miscarriage, it’s a botched abortion.
0.5 out of 5
1 comments:
Sorry, I couldn't tell. Were you being serious or sarcastic when you said they were to two funniest actresses on TV?
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