MOTHER'S DAY

Può capitare che tra i tanti film da visionare, per qualsivoglia ragione, qualcuno ce lo si perda per strada. E allora si cerca di recuperare appena possibile. Ad attirare, nel Mother’s Day dell’ormai compianto Garry Marshall, è indubbiamente il cast, oltre allo stesso regista (Pretty Woman, Appuntamento con l’amore, Capodanno a New York): a cominciare da Julia Roberts, qui al suo terzo appuntamento con Marshall per l’appunto dopo Pretty Woman (tutto un altro livello di film) e Appuntamento con l’amore. E invece la delusione è tanto inaspettata quanto cocente, perché Mother’s Day si affaccia appena alla sponda delle tipiche sitcom americane televisive, livello che va di pari passo con la comicità innescata nell’anima festaiola a stelle e strisce, dove anche quando ci sarebbe da piangere non si può, perché proprio non è concesso. Tipica commedia romantica americana dunque, Mother's Day vorrebbe essere un tributo al legame indissolubile tra madre e

figli. E con Jennifer Aniston (qui perfettamente a suo agio, sul suo terreno di gioco), Julia Roberts (che con Aniston ha condiviso peraltro la partecipazione alla serie televisiva Friends), la versatile Kate Hudson, e Jason Sudeikis, le aspettative c’erano tutte. Tutti protagonisti di una serie di storie intrecciate, nel tentativo di esaltare il legame materno spesso conflittuale, ma sempre fortissimo, talvolta folle! A Margo Martindale tradotta nella madre Flo, toccano peraltro in dote imbarazzanti battute a sfondo sessista e razzista, più inopportune che comiche.

Così, nella settimana prima della festa della mamma, scopriamo le vite di un gruppo di donne che, a dispetto delle evidenti difficoltà, affrontate nel film a volo d’uccello, si dimostrano comunque forti, amorevoli per quanto assolutamente imperfette: da quella divorziata (Aniston) che deve fare i conti con la nuova matrigna Tina (Shay Mitchell, naturalmente giovanissima e sempre ben poco vestita) dei suoi figli, a quella che

cerca di trovare la madre naturale (la carrierista Miranda di Julia Roberts), solo in extremis. Madri in attesa, single, matrigne, madri gay, madri assenti o lontane, madri di ogni tipo... Un frullatore materno che intenderebbe inneggiare, tra le righe, alla madre come eroina, irrinunciabile figura, anche quando mancante di fatto. Ma una festa di altro genere può sempre rimediare?!

Questo naturalmente nella migliore delle intenzioni, peccato che ne esca fuori un guazzabuglio di persone e situazioni conflittual-caotiche cui il cinema offre la rivincita senza affrontare alcunché, se non con un’alzatina di spalla. Un gran bagno nell’acqua di rose, umorismo compreso, per il trionfo della superficialità: evviva la mamma!

GARRY MARSHALL CRASHES ANOTHER HOLIDAY WITH THIS DISAPPOINTING STAR-FILLED DRAMEDY.

Like the glowing briefcase in “Pulp Fiction” or the final whispered words of “Lost in Translation,” the ill-fitting Anna Wintour wig worn by Julia Roberts in “Mother’s Day” seems destined to enter the pantheon of great cinematic mysteries. Did some earlier version of the script explain the wig’s presence? Why does no character in the film point out how strange it looks? Did Roberts insist on wearing the wig — a leftover prop from one of her faux films in “Notting Hill” — as a Brando-esque bit of actorly mischief, or does it hold deeper significance? We may never know the answers to these questions, but pondering them provides some welcome distraction while slogging through director Garry Marshall’s third minor-holiday ensemble comedy, which somehow makes one long for the Hallmark-card half-competence of predecessors “Valentine’s Day” and “New Year’s Eve.”

Atrociously written, begrudgingly acted, haphazardly assembled and never more backward than when it thinks it’s being progressive, “Mother’s Day” should at least be able to count on Mother’s Day traffic to boost its box office — or at least it could have, were it not opening 10 days prior.

From the release date to the costuming to the heavy-handed Sprouts supermarket product placement, almost nothing about “Mother’s Day” makes much sense. It’s true that no one ever sets out to make a bad film, but in certain extreme cases — the latter-day works of Adam Sandler, for example — the creeping suspicion that so few people involved in making the film actually cared whether it was any good can be equally demoralizing. That’s certainly the case here.

After a brief voiceover from a never-seen character (Penny Marshall) about the daily struggles of motherhood, we’re introduced to an unwieldy cast of upper-class moms

in the Atlanta area, all of whom share some roughly sketched troubles that come to a head in the week before Mother’s Day. The only one who really scans as a harried matriarch is Sandy (Jennifer Aniston), a stressed single-mother of two whose squinty ex-husband (Timothy Olyphant) has just announced his marriage to an airheaded twentysomething (Shay Mitchell).

Sandy commiserates with her constantly-exercising friend Jesse (Kate Hudson), who lives next door to her sister Gabi (Sarah Chalke). Both siblings have been keeping their children and spouses secret from their bigoted Texas parents — Jesse’s husband Russell (Aasif Mandvi) is Indian, while Gabi is married to a woman (Cameron Esposito).

Further off in the film’s orbit, Jason Sudeikis takes a straight-man role as Bradley, a physical trainer facing his first Mother’s Day without his dead wife (Jennifer Garner, glimpsed in home movies singing karaoke at a military base), and befuddled by his oldest

daughter’s sudden interest in boys and tampons. Elsewhere, Kristin (Britt Robertson) cares for her newborn while tending bar, rejecting the marriage proposals from the baby’s standup comic father (Jack Whitehall) on account of some childhood parental abandonment issues. On the conspicuously childless side of the coin — “Do you have any kids?” “No. Career,” goes a representative exchange — Roberts and her wig play a cheap-jewelry-hawking Home Shopping Network host, roughly as famous in the Atlanta area as Johnny Carson and Oprah combined.

Given the length of time required to simply introduce the cast, one can forgive Marshall and his team of screenwriters for falling back on easy, well-worn conflicts once the narrative wheels finally get moving. Most end predictably — a wedding, a reconciliation, a moment of clarity, a Digital Underground karaoke session — but a few go careening off the rails. Most unwatchable is the plot strand involving Jesse

and Gabi’s hayseed parents, who pay their daughters a surprise visit. Riding around in an RV, clad head-to-toe in Stars and Stripes and using chicken wings as toothpicks, the two are such ghastly caricatures that the portrayal almost seems unfair toward racist homophobes. Luckily, they’re cured of their bone-deep bigotry thanks to an accidental Skype session with Russell’s broadly-played Indian mum (Anoush NaVart), who reveals that she too was once as prejudiced as they. Finally, a movie that makes “Crash” look like “Do the Right Thing.”

On that note, when a film is split between a half-dozen protagonists and set in a city that is 51% black, it really doesn’t seem unreasonable to wonder why it couldn’t make room for a woman of color or two among the major characters. (Then again, with roles like these, maybe it’s for the best.) Stranger still is the prevalence of the male gaze in

a film about motherhood. No one breastfeeds in “Mother’s Day,” but the camera seems to be angled directly down Aniston’s cleavage in most of her scenes, and one strange sequence sees Hudson spill a glass of water on her shirt just so she can strip down to her bra while changing it. One keeps expecting the mishap to set up some kind of joke, but none arrives — who exactly is this film for?

Save for a few minor ADR issues, the film’s craftsmanship is fine, and production designer Missy Stewart floods the sets with so much floral greenery that the whole movie might as well take place inside a Mother’s Day bouquet. It’s hard to fault the cast, given the scraps they’re forced to feed on, but only Aniston manages to inject any real life into her performance. She even has the film’s best line: Aghast at her ex-husband’s suggestion

that their kids spend Mother’s Day with their new stepmom, she shoots back, “You can have Flag Day!” One just hopes that isn’t Marshall’s idea of a sequel.