IN BAD MOMS, Amy (Mila Kunis) is a working mother of two who, out of exhaustion, rejects the perfect-mom paradigm. She joins forces with single-mom Carla (Kathryn Hahn) and stay-at-home naĆÆf Kiki (Kristen Bell, whose hair is perpetually limp and sad, just like her) to reclaim ā€œbadā€ parenting. But since Bad Moms is a film about women made by the men who wrote The Hangover, itā€™s motherhood through bro-colored glasses: Drinking sequences, the word ā€œvagina,ā€ and blunt-force impact are mined for laughs, and just as modern moms are hamstrung by a lack of paid maternity leave and gender double standards, the filmā€™s potential for revenge-flick fun or bawdy escapism is curbed through shallow sentimentality.

Hahn and Bell deliver the filmā€™s funniest lines, though sometimes we watch Kunis laugh at their jokes (this way we know what they said was funny). Similarly, many scenes are bolstered with loud, girl-power anthems by Demi Lovato and Icona Pop, so we know that the women are Being Empowered.

When Amy attests, ā€œItā€™s impossible to be a ā€˜good momā€™ā€ā€”as she does several times throughout the filmā€”sheā€™s not wrong. Thanks to the decline of affordable housing, the increase in childcare costs, racism, sexismā€”I can keep goingā€”modern moms truly have the deck stacked against them. Bad Momsā€™ real disservice isnā€™t its college humor, itā€™s that these issues are paid lip serviceā€”Amyā€™s antagonized by her clueless boss, slacker husband, and a power-hungry PTA mom, but not by the wage gap, the second shift, or cuts to public education. These are issues that canā€™t be solved by binge drinking and Demi Lovato, though Iā€™m sure many have tried.

Itā€™s not all disappointing: There are moments such as Kiki standing up to her controlling husband, and Amy telling off her son lest he become ā€œanother entitled white male,ā€ and a Wanda Sykes cameo. Like Vitaminwater or Kind bars, Bad Moms isnā€™t as good for you as it thinks it is, but itā€™s not entirely awful to consume.