Baby Mama

Although the big picture itself gets mushy, the small moments, especially involving Fey, are sharp.

This is a comedy with the old-time blend of wit and sentiment. Years from now, when you stumble across it on TV, you could persuade yourself that, back in the two-thousand-oughts, they made pretty good movies.

In a pleasing contrast to Fey's sharpness, Poehler keeps her performance unpredictable and fuzzy. In this just-add-water comedy, a very funny movie star is born.

There’s a lot of talent up there on the screen, and some authentic laughs, but too much of it is comedy territory that was claimed long ago.

A painfully predictable movie.

The film never comes fully to term, as it were: the visual style is sitcom functional, and even the zippiest jokes fall flat because of poor timing. But, much like the prickly, talented Ms. Fey, it pulls you in with a provocative and, at least in current American movies, unusual mix of female intelligence, awkwardness and chilled-to-the-bone mean.

An exhausting 90 minutes of SNL-centric mediocrity that gives one the nagging feeling that Tina Fey's inability to cut the cord is going to quickly start to cool interest in her upcoming projects.

Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are so good together (surprise), no wonder they work together so often. Like Bob Hope and Bing Crosby (who?) The story line is kinda dumb though, and to think anyone would go along with this in real life is, okay, this is American and there are some really dumb Americans, but it's still hard to believe this would happen.