*** Read my Tully review – WARNING, contains a huge spoiler ***
“Mom what’s wrong with your body!” exclaims one of Marlo’s children when she takes off her stained t-shirt to reveal a post-baby tummy, huge boobs and a beige nursing bra.
Marlo is barely coping with looking after her new baby as well as doing all of the other stuff mothers are expected to do; until her rich brother offers her a night nanny to help out.
Cue Tully, a sort of millennial Mary Poppins, who appears on Marlo’s doorstep and proceeds to help put this emotional battered and physically depleted mother back together.
Comedies about motherhood are hard to get right as we all think we’ll write one but by the time we have any energy to do it the children have left home and we can’t remember the funny bits. Or the darkness that makes some of the horror hilarious.
But is Tully funny? Yes, and it’s certainly true to life – I remember being near tears when, just like in Marlo’s kitchen, a bag of expressed milk tipped over and emptied everywhere after I’d spent what felt like hours trying to produce it.
Oh and slumping on the sofa with two expressing bottles clamped to my boobs, praying the Amazon delivery person didn’t knock on the front door, before remembering I hadn’t ordered anything as I would never have time to read a book ever again. (Women, if you are planning on having a baby one day and you want to preserve the idea that you might retain a modicum of dignity don’t google expressing bras.)
Tully comes out on 20 April 2018, and yes you can expect my review to regale you with all the times I accidentally squirted someone in the face with my breast milk.
The movie stars Charlize Theron as Marlo, Mackenzie Davis as Tully, Ron Livingston as Marlo’s husband Drew, and Mark Duplass as her brother Craig. It’s directed by Jason Reitman.