There’s no silence quieter than the one in a movie theater during an bad comedy. At times during Mother’s Day, director Garry Marshall’s newest debasement of a beloved holiday, a hush fell over the theater to rival the quietude at a Benedictine monastery. When the laughter finally came, it’s always at the movie’s expense. This disaster is less deliberately funny than the last movie titled Mother’s Day, and that was a violent horror film.
In the interests of full disclosure, I'd like to go on the record as saying I have no problem with Jennifer Aniston. She's talented, funny, beautiful, and has lots and lots of money. Does she have more money than me? Absolutely. Tons more. Can she afford to do things that I will never be able to afford...