Point­less ma­ter­nal purge

Sunday Tasmanian - Tassie Living - - Movies - LEIGH PAATSCH

THIS sappy, crappy and con­de­scend­ing chick- flick has been slapped to­gether for those wish­ing to bask in the cin­e­matic af­ter­glow of the ever- ra­di­ant Sarah Jes­sica Parker.

Not that SJP has much af­ter­glow left af­ter the lus­tre- less Sex And The City 2 stunk up 2010 like an open bot­tle of ex­pired boot­leg per­fume.

I Don’t Know How She Does It un­con­vinc­ingly pitches Parker as some kind of mir­a­cle multi- task­ing mum.

Yeah, her char­ac­ter Kate has a cou­ple of kids, a high- pres­sure ca­reer as an in­vest­ment banker and a low- main­te­nance hus­band ( Greg Kin­n­ear, pic­tured with Parker) with a swish job of his own.

But she also has a nanny and a salary in the mid- six fig­ures that could eas­ily pay for more hired help if needs be. Re­ces­sion? Reschmes­sion. There’s more chance of Kate break­ing a heel of a new Manolo than break­ing into a parental sweat.

What is this film re­ally about? Who re­ally knows?

Kate spends most of the movie away from the do­mes­tic coal­face, work­ing on a big deal that means mega- dol­lars to suave Wall Street fat­cat Jack Abel­ham­mer ( Pierce Bros­nan).

Money has been a mis­tress for so long to old Jack that he’s a sit­ting shot to turn to mush once Kate turns on the mumsy whimsy.

The only pocket of re­sis­tance to be found in this thor­oughly re­sistible af­fair is Olivia Munn, play­ing Kate’s appropriately ap­palled per­sonal as­sis­tant.

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