Mother's Day: Critic Reviews

Stuffed with secrets and characters who can't wait to betray one another, the film offers no one to root for except Mother, whose perverted family values at least remain consistent.

It is sad to see De Mornay in something so - how should one put it? - cheesy.

An ingenious idea for a suspense thriller - or maybe even an old-fashioned, Wait Until Dark-style stage play - turns out instead to be the pretext for a crass, over-long and tiresome splatter nightmare.

Mother's Day is distinguished, at least, by De Mornay's porcelain-smile lampoon of castigating matriarchy.

Undistinguished apart from Rebecca De Mornay's performance as an unhinged mama.

Notable for a chilling lead performance from Rebecca De Mornay and not much else.

The ready crackle of [De Mornay's] studiously demonic performance brings welcome distraction from this otherwise crude litany of torture and wretched death.

A rather underwhelming remake...

Mother's Day is just as forgettable as whatever day Mother's Day actually is.

Gets too distracted by the by-the-numbers story to go explore any of the ideas it actually raises.

As written by Scott Milam, the characters are a bunch of half-wits.

Reactions will be split down the middle, depending on the viewer's endurance for tough material, but no one can say the filmmaker didn't achieve what he set out to.

A home-invasion film like Mother's Day is elongated coitus interruptus.

A sloppy, ugly, illogical story mixed with graphic torture, attempted rape and grisly violence. Mother's Day is a film only a mother could love.

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The production overstuffs the script, making one wish not for the hostages to gradually squirm their way to freedom, but for Mother to hurry up and just kill everyone.

By the film's climax, it's laid waste to the majority of its cast, which will repulse some viewers, but stand as something of an attraction to others.

Rebecca De Mornay proves she's still got the superior chill factor to scare the living daylights out of you.

Better than it has any right to be.

There are moments of tension but it's too long, no one to like and the ending is pointlessly grim.

An often mind-numbing exploration of what it takes to be violent towards your fellow human beings.

Speaking in a tone of calm reason as she ratchets the terror up another notch, De Mornay's Mother hovers on the edge of pitch-dark black comedy without ever descending into camp. A screen psycho to match The Hand That Rocks the Cradle's nanny-from-hell.

Too many characters and plot twists dilute the intensity of Mother's Day but there is no denying the effectiveness of De Mornay's ferocious performance.

You have to like this sort of thing, and I don't.

[DeMornay] delights and startles with a vicious portrayal of familial cruelty and wanton bloodlust.