Motherhood

motherhood I am a Mom. I am a Blogger. I am not a Mommy Blogger. I have said it before and I will continue to say it over and over. I have nothing against Mommy Bloggers, some of my best friends are Mommy Bloggers (ba dum bum). So needless to say I was a bit excited to get an invite from LA Weekly to go see this film. I declined the other invitation for an event that was the same night (the Premiere of Bon Jovi’s new documentary with an after party), because I was enticed by the blogging connection.

I am still kicking myself.

It was boring and disjointed and unrealistic. It played in to the stereotype of bloggers being in their pajamas and we spent an inordinate amount of time in the character’s car.

The entire movie happens in the span of 1 day supposedly, but at times, the scene changes intimate that more time has passed than the screenplay calls for.

I didn’t care when the mom freaked out and decided to “leave town” mere moments before her daughters birthday party because her husband edited her contest entry too harshly. Frankly, I thought it was again playing in to the negative stereotype of Mommy Bloggers being selfish and putting their blogs before their families.

And we won’t even discuss the absurdity of the bad porno section with the delivery boy.

I read earlier in the week something that bothered me and stayed with me during the movie. During a Q and A with bloggers, the star of this movie, Uma Thurman, was asked if she did any research by reading some of the Mommy Blogs. She said “No, I don’t have time”. Really? Isn’t research for any movie role important? Or does she think, meh, it’s a Mommy Blogger, what kind of research will I need?

You should have done your homework Ms. Thurman, because it wasn’t only the story that stunk up this movie, it was your lakadaisical attitutde to it and throughout it as well.

I can’t even give this 1 diet coke for being in AC and having a cold soda. The AC wasn’t on and the soda was Pepsi, blergh.

0 Diet Cokes