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Bad Moms

Is being a "Bad Mom" really such a bad thing?

As a parent in this day and age we are being consistently told by society to be the “perfect” mother. The media, schools and our parent peers are all selling the ideology that we should strive for perfectionism in child rearing. This film light-heartedly takes a stab at dealing with this issue in a humorous yet not that offensive way.

Mila Kunis plays Amy, mother to Dylan (Emjay Anthony) and Jane (Oona Lawrence). Amy is the middle class, working mom, who appears to have it all and manages to juggle working life with raising children down to a fine art…… or so it seems. After catching her husband being unfaithful, Amy comes to the realisation that she has had enough of the stress that comes with living as a hyper-organised, super-mom and makes a conscious decision to rebel against what her peers expect from her as a mother. She ropes in mousy mother of four young children Kiki (Kristen Bell) and with not much convincing, single mother Carla (Kathryn Hahn), to indulge in some rebellious partying.

For me, as a mother watching the movie, I identified with all the maternal characters, but if I must be honest my heroine and scene stealer of the film was not Mila Kunis (who plays the role superbly) but Kathryn Hahn’s portrayal of Carla. She steals each scene with her foul mouth badassery and warm “f**k you” charm in a way that makes me aspire to be the kind of mother that appears to not give a damn but who secretly while no one is looking loves her child unconditionally and is fiercely protective.

Bad Moms had me laughing pretty loudly for most of the film, which is an achievement for modern day comedies. The message emanating from the film is wholesome and heart-warming, which I truly liked but if I must complain about something, it would be that the film is just a little bit too vanilla, especially as the film reaches its climax. I would have preferred our bad moms to have been even more badly behaved than they were. I was expecting to be in for some “Hangover”esk shenanigans, instead we were treated to behaviour that I thought was pretty standard for moms in this day and age (maybe that’s because I’m a bad mom?). Despite this small complaint, overall, after I watched this film, I felt uplifted and a little warm and fuzzy (and was also wandering around singing Foghat’s Slow Ride over and over in my head for hours afterwards).

So what is Bad Mom’s really trying to say?

The message from this film is simple, no mother, doesn’t matter how together she may seem is perfect. We all make mistakes that can screw our children up, so instead of trying to be the “best” at everything parenting wise and comparing ourselves with other parents, let’s get our priorities right and raise our children our own way.

We should wear our “Bad mom’s” labels with pride. I’ll drink to that!

8 out of 10 stars