Review of I Don't Know How She Does It (2011) by Anna G — 17 Sep 2011

To the age-old question of what women want, the film bluntly responds: a medal, dammit. Insistently slick direction establishes the now-standard overlit universe in which a heroine might contrive to send risquà (C) IMs to unintended recipients, or have to postpone building her daughter a snowman just to imbue a project bereft of drama with another phony crisis.

Any of Pearsonâ(TM)s nuances have long been processed out; the remaining propagation propaganda is continually undermined by the fact Parker, struggling to recapture her pre-Carrie warmth, holds her onscreen offspring as though expecting somebody to switch in a Prada clutch at any second.

Even with mother-and-baby screenings, I donâ(TM)t know why youâ(TM)d bother.