Critic Reviews

The overall aura is kind of ... welcoming. It’s impossible to take seriously, but easy to take.

Perhaps because the bar was set so low, Mother’s Day turns out to be surprisingly watchable.

Mother’s Day is a concocted market-driven holiday, and so is this M&M’s-obsessed movie – candy for the sweet-toothed among us.

There is less depth to this film than a petrol station greeting card, but it’s essentially harmless.

An ensemble holiday comedy packed with all the sappy sentimentality and mawkish manipulation that only the old master, Garry Marshall would dare give it.

It’s a lazy movie that fades from memory the instant the credits start to roll; a blandly pretty cog in a studio wheel. Moms deserve better. So do moviegoers.

The film’s script is designed to constantly flatter the sensibilities of its target audience, which is a nice enough goal, but it never seems to reflect the way that people actually speak, think, or behave. At best it’s corny, and at its worst it’s actively offensive.

Mother’s Day, the movie, feels as contrived and inauthentic as the holiday itself.

Mother’s Day is bad from the start, and it doesn't get better.

By far the highest concentration of actual humor comes during the blooper reel over the end credits; free of the script’s saccharine constraints, the performers immediately demonstrate their chops.