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Bad Moms Something I saw at the new Ghostbusters convinced me that Hollywood doesn't understand women in the least; not anything in the movie itself, but the trailers that were attached to the flick – particularly the one for the upcoming Bridget Jones' Baby. Now, among the many women I know who were excited to see Ghostbusters, I doubt there are even four who would have any interest in seeing dear Bridget pop out a little Limey larva. But as far as the studios and distributors are concerned, anything with one or more female leads is just a "women's picture." So I wonder what kind of cross-marketing we're going to see with Bad Moms, a comedy apparently predicated on the notion that even women who have outwardly settled into the responsibilities of child-rearing secretly yearn to cut loose and party as heartily as Mike & Dave's wedding dates. In this film, it's Mila Kunis who cracks under the pressures of suburban responsibility and throws in her lot with a bunch of other moms who are likelier candidates for AA than the PTA. Hey, does Shonda Rhimes have a fragrance line coming out? Because this sounds like a great place to stick the ads. (R)
Jason Bourne Memory loss is a wonderful thing. If you're Jason Bourne, it can even help you forget that you missed your last picture. After a one-film experiment in making a Bourne adventure without Bourne, Matt Damon is back as the world's favorite amnesiac secret agent, and it's fill-in hero Jeremy Renner who's been redacted from the history of the franchise. (Poor Hawkeye; he always has to eat the shit sandwich.) The narrative challenges this time are somewhat significant, shall we say, since Bourne essentially unlocked all the secrets to his identity a full nine years ago, prompting Damon to declare that the filmmakers had "ridden that horse as far as we can." Now I guess Bourne will have to focus on filling in some of the lesser blanks in his personal ledger, like which hereditary diseases he's prone to and whether his parents ever had him vaccinated for rubella. Or the writers could just shoot the moon and reveal that he's Dory's long-lost cousin. (PG-13)
Nerve If Catfish co-creators Ariel Schulman and Henry Joost were any more intent on making Americans afraid of the internet, their next project would be titled Reading the Comments. For now, we have Nerve, in which high-school pals Emma Roberts and Dave Franco get caught up in an online game that's a modern spin on Truth or Dare. Schulman and Joost admit that they were mildly thrown by the launch of Periscope while their film was in production, saying that the real-life app is about halfway to the fictitious one they were trying to portray. Keeping up with recreational technology is a full-time job, as we'll see in their next next project, Pokemon 6 Minutes in Heaven. (PG-13)
Equals Available on demand since May, this extremely low-profile summer release casts Kristen Stewart and Nicholas Hoult as genetically anomalous lovers in a future where emotion has been bred out of the human race. Indiewire called the film "dazzlingly white" and "so very dull," thus squandering any adjectives it might ever want to apply to The Mike Pence Story. (PG-13)
Hillary's America: The Secret History of the Democratic Party Court-ordered therapy hasn't dimmed the lunatic zeal of convicted felon Dinesh D'Souza, whose latest alt-right pseudo-documentary takes on not only the Democrats' presumptive 2016 nominee, but everyone who might be voting for her as well. Can't wait for his next undertaking, 2020: The End of D'Souza's Probation. (PG-13)
Ice Age: Collision Course Five movies in, those irrepressible critters are still finding new worlds to visit and new creatures to befriend. Not to sound negative, but shouldn't they all be dead by now? (PG)
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