Rewind, Review, and Re-Rate: ‘Bad Moms’: 2016’s Funniest Summer Movie

“Bad Moms,” in 2016, was the latest in a string of movies featuring the word “Bad” in the title: “Bad Santa,” “Bad Teacher,” and so on. These generic titles, sort of like the Shop Rite and Walmart versions of, say, Kool-Aid, or Pop-Tarts, belied the fact that they’re pretty funny movies, albeit R-rated, and therefore leaning more heavily than most on the raunch factor for laughs.
Amy’s got four children: a whiny brat of a girl-child, an entitled boy-child, a husband-child, and a dog-child. Four kids.
Rushing everywhere in the minivan, she always looks fabulous despite the inevitable spilled coffees, bits of food, and stains that always end up smeared on moms, creating that little percolating cloud of dirt like Pigpen from “Peanuts.”
She can do this—look fabulous—because she’s Mila Kunis, movie star. But you recognize immediately she’s standing in as the archetype, telling the story of moms everywhere that desperately needed to be told. I wonder how many times “You go girl!!” was heard in the theaters. One must root for Mila’s character, the “bad” mom, because she’s truly a good mom—she tries so hard.
Anyway, at some point, Amy’s had it with the pressure and the meanness, and decides to run for president of the PTA on the “Bad Mom” platform. Any backers? “Anybody? Anybody? Bueller? Bueller?” Crickets. Nobody wants a piece of it. All the moms are heavily in denial.
Luckily, some wisdom starts to happen in that Amy gets some girlfriends. It takes a village to raise a child (Hillary got that part right), and women used to band together as gatherers, and men as hunters. The American nuclear family concept deviated from tradition long ago; we started losing wisdom when we started putting grandparents into old-folks homes so they couldn’t help out with kids as was always the case in tribal life down through the ages. All of this accounts for chronic lateness in moms, but more of this sociology tangent, that you already know, later.
Amy’s newly found mom friends are Kiki (Kristen Bell), and Carla (Kathryn Hahn in a career-escalating role of immense brazen hussy hilarity that should have immediately scooted her from perennial character actress to, if not exactly movie-star, then much better known).
They go on a Bad Mom rampage—one of the funniest montages in the film. Descending upon the local supermarket, they outrageously indulge and claim their inner bad moms together; they shower in upended, opened boxes of Lucky Charms with mouths wide open, they chug chocolate milk, they indulge in general bacchanalian flailing abandonment (pausing to collectively coo over a baby in a stroller) and cause the macho store security guard to run for his life. It’s possible you will hoot at these shenanigans.
However, Kunis owns the whole movie. Watch her imbue every tiny smidgen of time truthfully, be effortlessly funny, look fabulous, and teach the women. She gives a great bad mom stump speech too.
Okay, that’s enough sociology. Like I said, call the movie “Cool Moms.” And since this is really Kunis’s show, maybe just “Cool Mom.” Actually, since there’s a credit-roll segment with all these mom/actresses chatting with their real-life moms—just call it “Moms.”