To be honest, I wasn't expecting much from this flick but since there was a decent cast involved and since it was available on Netflix, I thought I might as well check it out. Well, it is rather sad that Garry Marshall would end up a rather solid career with such a tedious trilogy around some holiday themed romantic-comedies and this movie was basically the weakest of the bunch. Indeed, right from the very first scene, you had a voice-over telling you how hard and exhausting it is to be a mother which must be one of the most annoying gimmicks in Hollywood comedies. On top of that, it is not even accurate. Seriously, if you would go back 60 or 70 years ago, mothers used to have 5 or 6 kids or even more but if you would believe these movies, to have 1 or 2 is apparently already a terrible and impossible ordeal. Anyway, as usual, the whole thing was just a bunch of terribly generic and predictable little stories and it was just rather boring from the beginning until the end. I mean, if they would take one of these stories and only focused on it, it might have worked better but even so, I'm not so sure. For example, Margo Martindale and Robert Pine basically played some hardcore Donald Trump fans and there was something interesting about how their daughters (one gay, the other married with some guy with an Indian background) were trying to reconnect with them in spite of their bigotry. But, of course, like everything else, this conflict was solved within 5 minutes so it was still terribly underwhelming. Anyway, to conclude, even though the damned thing was harmless, it was still a waste of time and I don't think it is really worth a look.