Pointless maternal purge
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.