Tully isn't quite funny enough to entertain as a comedy, nor is it weighty enough to engross as a drama. It certainly tries to be both, but in doing so spreads itself thin to the point where neither the comedic nor dramatic elements are explored beyond a superficial level. The result is a film that's mildly pleasant and inoffensive but fails to leave a lasting impression. I appreciated the themes dealing with aging, the transitory nature of identity, and motherhood as an identity void. There are some clever observations on the matter here and there, and Charlize gives a committed and enjoyable performance. But it's somewhat slight, and the film goes on to attempt to dig deeper with a twist ending that doesn't quite land. It feels like it's trying to reach for something profound to give the film some much-needed impact but plays as unnecessary and contrived. There are also times when Diablo Cody's trademark sardonic dialogue veers into overwritten territory, with characters saying things that feel too much like script-talk - "I'm like Saudi Arabia; I have an energy surplus." ... huh? It's mostly fine though, but rarely more than that.
Strong 2.5/5
Strong 2.5/5