... a stale old chestnut.
For festive fun, A Bad Moms Christmas is right up there with coal in your stocking.
"I have heart cancer," Ms. Hines's character says at one point in a vain attempt to halt her daughter's complaints. I think I know exactly what she meant.
Apparently, Jon Lucas and Scott Moore, working the distaff side of their Hangover sensibility once again, have no better idea for a plot than a visit from grandma, so they simply repeat it three times.
Although it offers occasional chuckles and even a few solid, laugh-out-loud moments, the picture as a whole seems redundant and superfluous.
Maybe they should take a lesson from the movie itself: Stressed out moms deserve better.
I found myself fixated on the lack of apostrophe in the title A Bad Moms Christmas. This isn't for moms-it's merely about them.
Female audiences deserve better movies than this.
Fans can best enjoy the movie the way the bad moms make the best of the holiday: lots of alcohol, lots of forgiveness.