Mad Money is a comedy caper where the caper's not interesting and the comedy's not funny. Take away those elements and all that's left is a tepid female buddy movie and, like its male counterparts, we've had enough of those to choke a critic.
There's an old saying: 'I wrote you a long letter because I didn't have time to write a short one.' In the case of Mad Money, I'll write a short review because the movie won't sustain a long one. (It barely sustains itself.)
How about a little creativity, like maybe wadding up and flushing the bills down the toilet, to be picked up later in the sewer? The movie makes robbing the Fed look about as tough as finding an episode of Full House on TV.