Every time I have to suffer through another preview of this movie, the nausea gets worse and worse. The title alone requires an antacid. Why can't Mz. Streep, as she works through her late 60s, display a little more grace than this. But the worst of it is the fact she's using her status as the Grande Dame of Hollywood to push her daughter's show biz career. She's been popping up all over (mostly on TV) in the last few years, but this is just disgustingly blatant nepotism. Don't get me wrong, if an offspring has what it takes, I see nothing wrong with helping their career along. Luck is involved in every A-listers career I'm sure. But take off the blinders. And a stage name other than Mamie Gummer sure wouldn't hurt. Or is it pronounced goomer?
Ricki and the Flash....gah.