Last night we started watching the movie “Motherhood” with Uma Thurman.  We made it about 10 minutes before switching to Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

“Motherhood” had the potential to be really good, really funny, and poignant to boot– had the writers and directors themselves been funnier and capitalized on the sheer absurdity of modern parenting.  Instead, it was a tedious play-by-play of daily life with small children.  Who wants to relax at night by watching other parents stress out about getting their kids ready for school?

I’d rather relive the 90′s and watch Buffy decapitate some vampires.

I thought I might enjoy “Motherhood” because Uma plays a harried mom of two young children who is also a writer.  She struggles to find space for her writing ambitions amidst the all-consuming role of Mother.  In the opening scene, she has 9 minutes to write a blog post, which is about what I have right now.

But I found I didn’t want to watch Uma in her nightgown typing away at her laptop, blogging about “what Motherhood means to me.”  The movie people tried to make her look frumpy and tired by giving her mussed brown hair and glasses, but they failed.  She was still Uma– a tall, leggy, gorgeous Glamazon.  Nothing about her is average.

Maybe I should have given this movie more of a chance.  But time is precious.  Let me watch “Who Does She Think She Is” yet again, in which five real women artists try to balance mothering and art.  The costs are enormous, but so, they say, are the pay-offs.

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