Albert Brooks’ grumpy old man film is actually his softest creation.
“Mother” is Brooks’ warm blanket of a love letter to Debbie Reynolds. The pair, friends since Brooks’ childhood, fit together onscreen as naturally as if they’d spent their whole lives together... and they had.
“Mother” is a bit more prickly around the edges than its gauzy predecessor, “Defending Your Life,” but only as far as Brooks and his late-in-life screw up of character are concerned. Reynolds as the under-bearing mother gets only the gravy. Or rather, the [bullshit] jam (as she puts it).
There’s nothing in “Mother” that’s less than entirely predictable. The plot, the jokes, the situations that you’ll swear are stolen from your own mother-moments.... But we…