I don’t know either. What I do know is that I Don’t Know How She Does It is a lox, and that may be an insult to smoked fish everywhere. This is the rom-com at its most virulent and trite. This is the sit-rom-com, and judging by the early figures it is the sit-rom-com-bomb, too. What we have here is dismal — and out of date and out of touch — train wreck of a movie that wanders forlornly through a bunch of plot devices that long ago transcended tried and true to become trite and true. Sarah Jessica Parker plays a finance executive, and the current family breadwinner who is trying to balance her work (and the perils of being a woman in a male-dominated world) and life with husband Clark (Greg Kinnear) and requisite small children. As Ringo assured us, it don’t come easy, and it gets worse when Clark gets a job and Kate gets a shot at a time-consuming big deal. Plus, the big deal comes with spending a lot of time with sexy financier Jack Abelhammer (Pierce Brosnan, who is aging into James Mason territory). And, yes, Jack’s last name is a punchline in search of a joke we’ll finally get, since the script leaves no expectation unmet. It’s all very ho and even more hum. It’s the sort of thing that might be pulled off with bright dialogue or terrifically charismatic actors. The former is nonexistent and the latter is in short supply. Very short supply. So is there any possible reason to see I Don’t Know How She Does It? Well, diehard Sarah Jessica Parker fans — and presumably there are some — might feel the need, but otherwise I can’t imagine a reason.
Director: Douglas McGrath
Writer: Aline Brosh McKenna
Producer: Donna Gigliotti
Cast: Sarah Jessica Parker, Greg Kinnear, Pierce Brosnan, Olivia Munn, Seth Meyers, Kelsey Grammer, Christina Hendricks and Jane Curtin