A Bad Moms Christmas

It'll entertain you while on the verge of a turkey coma, but it will never rank among the Christmas classics.

"Why can't my husband buy his own mom a Christmas present?" is this sweet sequel's thesis statement.

... a stale old chestnut.

Bad Moms 2, in that it could have been so much worse, winds up not being bad at all.

It's very silly and more than a little sentimental, but often really funny.

The seasoned cast sells the one-liners, and while there's probably at least one slo-mo montage too many, the promise of a sequel involving the trio of grandmas seems like a movie worth anticipating.

It's far from a well-wrapped present but it's not exactly coal in someone's stocking.

This is the equivalent of rushing downstairs on Christmas morning, ripping your present open, and discovering all you got was a measly pair of socks.

Desperately laboured, heavy-handed humour delivered loudly and lazily with a glaringly tired plot...

A piece that needed a more calmly written script to find the balance the it required. [Full Review in Spanish]