Baby Mama: B-

I’ve just finished a somewhat hellish three weeks of non-stop, hassle-loaded work and work-related social stuff. Apart from sleeping more than two hours per night, I plan to celebrate this weekend (and this weekend only) by doing things like getting away from the computer for at least one waking hour per day.

So when a friend suggested that a few of us catch a Friday afternoon matinée, it sounded like a great idea to me. She wanted to see Baby Mama, for which I had low expectations. Still, better than being dragged to something gross like Speed Racer.

I didn’t love Baby Mama, but I did enjoy it. Tina Fey looked beautiful in every shot, and her clothes were to die for. I spent much of the film pondering the absolute perfection of her hair. I know that’s not why you go see a movie, but that alone made it worth the $7.50 for me. (Don’t ask me why she looks so much like Mariska Hargitay in the photo here.)

Bonus: The movie was kind of funny, too. I laughed out loud quite a lot, but it didn’t exactly slay me. Good enough for me. Steve Martin nailed his part. Oh, and I almost cried at the end. The three female friends who were with me almost administered a severe beating when I told them that. Ballbreakers!