Motherhood: Critic Reviews

[Thurman is] quite funny, but her performance is at once winning and overstated.

The humor is soft, the dramas are small, and the movie stumbles from loose and scruffy naturalism to sitcom tidiness.

Few vanity projects can be as ill-conceived as this laughless, goggingly slow Uma Thurman vehicle.

[Motherhood] not only overdoes its premise, but it's hampered by several flaws. When it tries to be serious, it's too earnest, and when it tries to strike a chord, it's banal.

You can see the movie wants to comment on all the frustrations of urban motherhood, but it does so only shallowly. How did having children kill Eliza's "fiercely lyrical'' fiction career? The movie isn't that political or reflective.

Dieckmann nails the look of a certain niche of urban neo-middle-class living, but the film's hyper-earnest tone and reliance on "day-from-hell" New York cliches overwhelm those details.

Unfortunately, nothing here digs too deep.

Many films have been made about the perils of parenthood, but none with a more attractive and entertaining mom on the verge of a nervous breakdown than Uma Thurman in Motherhood.

Though pregnant with possibility, Motherhood fails to deliver.

If Carrie Bradshaw ever trades her Manolos for sneakers and starts blogging about raising children, I pray she wouldn't be as tiresome as the heroine of Katherine Dieckmann's insufferable comedy Motherhood.

A pleasing, lighthearted look at the mommy wars.

Uma, overload. Overload, Uma.

Whiny and self-involved, Thurman's mother of two sees judgment around every corner and believes the universe has conspired against her because the bakery misspelled her daughter's name on a birthday cake.

Motherhood is neither insight nor escapism. It's a yummy-mummy newspaper column splurged onto celluloid, like baby sick on your best cashmere sweater.

An authentic account of stressed-out parenting, but anyone sans sprogs will find limited appeal in this one-trick pony.

It's hard to see why the target audience would want to sacrifice two precious hours watching their own soul-sapping routines played out on the big screen.

This whiny drivel makes me ashamed to be a woman.

If you ever wanted to spend an entire movie in the company of a frazzled, childcare-juggling Uma Thurman on a singularly bad hair day, Motherhood could well be manna from heaven.

It's a well-meaning movie, but the attempts to provide amusing insights into the everyday life of a full-time mum are hamstrung by the 24-hour time frame.

A light, cheery metropolitan take on what it's like to be left holding the baby.

This I-Don't-Know-How-I-Do-It schtick may appeal to the martyred-motherhood brigade, but it won't do anything for people who turn up to a comedy expecting laughs.

I wouldn't care if she was at the epicentre of the movement for global peace: she's a happily married mother who looks like Uma Thurman, and my reserves of sympathy are limited.

This enjoyable but simplistic comedy feels more like a mother's tired rant than an ode to motherhood

Disappointing, faintly patronising comedy-drama that's light on both laughs and drama.