When it comes to easy peasie lemon squeezy resolutions to life's complicated problems, I Don't Know How She Does It does that thing it does very well. The problem is, what you end up knowing could very well kill you. Yes, the movie may focus on an important and often neglected unsung hero of society (working mothers of the world-unite!). No, it really doesn't do this sect any justice by telling their tale with connect-the-dots storytelling. Despite the ridiculously chipper and chirpy Sarah Jessica Parker blowing some sunny optimism up the audience's patoot, this soft-serve comedy is as standard issue as it gets.
In this PG-13-rated adaptation of Allison Pearson's comedy novel I Just Don't Know How She Does It, Sarah Jessica Parker plays an over-stressed financial exec who must struggle with balancing demanding client Pierce Brosnan, downsized architect husband Greg Kinnear, and two young kids.
If this flick had been a sequel to a certain whip-smart Melanie Griffith dramedy, it would've been called Working Mom. Of course, if this color-by-numbers fluff was a sequel to Working Girl, it would've been more intelligently plotted. The movie plays out like Diary of a Wimpy Kid for the adult set with Parker breaking the fourth wall and scribbling her thoughts across the screen like grocery lists. Unfortunately, the easy-clean mop-up of her heroine's toils and troubles is deceptively simple. A great cast, however, nearly distracts moviegoers from such shortcomings. Brosnan, Kinnear, Kelsey Grammer, Olivia Munn, and Christina Hendricks all provide fine support for the eternally sunny Parker.
Bottom line: Sacked in the city.