Review: Nothing to love in drab ‘Mothers and Daughters’

Adam Graham
The Detroit News

Sorry, moms.

Mother’s Day got off to a rough start with the release of Garry Marshall’s pandering “Mother’s Day,” and now along comes “Mothers and Daughters,” a bumbling, melodramatic and wholly amateurish story of moms and their children.

Like “Mother’s Day,” “Mothers and Daughters” tells a handful of stories at once, but doesn’t bother making any attempt to connect them. The movie unfolds in sterile locations in a flavorless New York with characters usually communicating via phone or computer, which may ring true to modern communication, but doesn’t read well on screen. Director Paul Duddridge doesn’t create much texture in his world, but he sure knows how to frame a MacBook Pro.

Among the characters populating Duddridge’s world are rock photographer Rigby (Selma Blair); Rebecca (Christina Ricci), who just learned a major secret from her family members, Beth (Courteney Cox) and Peter (Paul Adelstein); a lingerie designer (Mira Sorvino) launching a new product line; a young fashion designer (Alexandra Daniels) with an overbearing mother (Sharon Stone); and a young wife (Eva Amurri Martino) who turns to her mom (Susan Sarandon, her real life mother) for a loan.

The episodes cover Big Topics like adoption, abortion, cancer and rape, and are handled with the subtlety of a Lifetime original movie. There isn’t much room for humor or levity in Paige Cameron’s script, and the big revelations unfold in long, wordy speeches that sink the film’s momentum like an anchor. “Mothers and Daughters” is all tell, no show. Do mom a favor and skip it.

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‘Mothers and Daughters’


Rated PG-13: for some mature thematic elements and brief drug use

Running time: 90 minutes