The Mommies,” a post-“thirtysomething” sitcom, depicts life as one long wisecrack. If you thought that would be a refreshing change from “thirtysomething’s” histrionics, you thought wrong.
Like its predecessor, “Mommies” plops viewers in suburbia with characters embarrassed to be there. But “Mommies” spurns the angst and goes for the laughs. Instead of agonizing over all things domestic, this show tries to kill them with one-liners.
Caryl Kristensen and Marilyn Kentz, whose comedy act the show is based on, star as the cynical moms and best friends certain they’re the only sane ones in the car pool. Talented comedians with an eye for the absurd, they have some funny and even outrageous bits, such as the riff that starts out about epidurals and ends with vasectomies — which they wish their husbands would consider — as a bonding experience. (“We could videotape it!”)
But there aren’t nearly enough interesting or funny insights to fill a half-hour, especially at the relentless pace here. To top it off, the comedy is mired in both a threadbare plot — and that’s being generous — and a canned sitcom landscape that couldn’t have been more uninspired.
If reality is the intent, “Mommies’ ” one-dimensional husbands, interchangeable children and clean, shiny houses make it way off the mark.
In addition, its regular Saturday timeslot, at 8 p.m., is a curious one. While the show’s vacuous format is a tried-and-true kiddie grabber, its humor is geared toward adults. Where that leaves it is in limbo.