The Guilt Trip
Babs dearest. Barbra Streisand could write her own first-class ticket on any project in Tinseltown but instead chooses to ride shotgun for Seth Rogen in this terminally cute justification for matricide. Rogen — an uptight organic chemist shopping around a new environmentally safe cleaning product — decides to play Cupid by dragging Yentl the yente along on a cross-country business trip. (Mom’s lost love now resides in San Francisco.) Streisand and Rogen have what it takes to pull it off, but the material and execution quickly reduce what little potential this joyride had to a humiliation derby. Their car just happens to break down in front of a PG-13 gentlemen’s club where mommy is exposed to strippers who wear more clothes than their patrons. At least Jane Fonda knew that Monster-In-Law was crap; Streisand looks to be trying for another Oscar. The posters and print ads proudly boast, “From the director of The Proposal,” and if you check the fine print, you'll find Lorne Michaels's name attached as producer. Don’t say they didn’t give you advance warning. With Kathy Najimy, Miriam Margolyes, and 30 seconds of Ari Graynor as Streisand’s vindication. 2012.