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  • Writer's pictureJenny Wynter

I Don’t Know How She Does It: A Review. (Or: “Meh.”)

I Don't Know How She Does It

Image courtesy of Hollywood Blurbs.

I wasn’t expecting a whole lot from this movie, namely cos I’d already read a lot of bad about it. Sometimes I find this works to a film’s benefit. Walk in not asking for much, be pleasantly surprised.

So, to be clear, I wasn’t expecting much, but was hoping for a little.

Also, it is worth noting that these days it takes a lot for me to hate a film.

Firstly because I appreciate just having a night with my hands free of children and instead full of popcorn, shoved at a possibly dangerous rate down my helpless throat before my gullet has a chance to reject it.

Secondly because…actually, no, there’s really only the first.

My auntie, the wise.

The above summation from my auntie pretty much accurately sums things up.

I didn’t hate the movie. I didn’t love the movie. It was just a bit…meh. OBVIOUS.

Lady looks like she can do it all. Lady actually can’t do it all. Lady realises this. Lady spends a lot of time with a co-worker. Lady very quickly snaps out of any notions of that shizz. Lady smiles adoringly at her family while snowflakes fall.

I mean, come on. Who hasn’t had THAT?!

As I said, I didn’t hate it. But, in the words of Carrie Bradshaw, “I couldn’t help but wonder…”

Couldn’t they have dug a leeeetle bit deeper?

Then again, as complacency incarnate at times, perhaps I can really learn from this.

Here’s hopin.

Now can somebody please throw rice at me and I can pretend it’s snow?

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