Helicopter Mom is a forced comedy that mines uneasy humor from stale stereotypes. Directed by Salomé Breziner from a dated script by Duke Tran, the film's idea of pro-LGBT dialogue takes the form of one-liners like "My son's not gay — he doesn't like pesto!" It gets worse. Breziner's disjointed film is rife with story lines that go nowhere and characters that briefly appear and disappear without explanation. Nia Vardalos' character is more clown than character, earning no sympathy from the audience. First-time screenwriter Duke Tran's script is plagued with dialogue that plays for cheap, crass laughs.
Bad ideas are sometimes saved by good scripts, but this is, unfortunately, not one of those times. It drones on and on with failed jokes. Its queer subject matter is supposed to work as a satire, but fails miserably and ends up serving up stereotypes and expects the audience to get the context of the satire which is lazy and lame. With an onslaught of misunderstanding of what being queer means and what the gay lifestyle is, the film flounders and just falls into completely stupid territory.
It is no wonder why nobody is renting this failure.
Bad ideas are sometimes saved by good scripts, but this is, unfortunately, not one of those times. It drones on and on with failed jokes. Its queer subject matter is supposed to work as a satire, but fails miserably and ends up serving up stereotypes and expects the audience to get the context of the satire which is lazy and lame. With an onslaught of misunderstanding of what being queer means and what the gay lifestyle is, the film flounders and just falls into completely stupid territory.
It is no wonder why nobody is renting this failure.