Bad Moms 3: The Empty Nest proves that just because the kids are gone doesnāt mean life suddenly gets quiet. In fact, for Amy, Kiki, and Carla, freedom only amplifies the chaos. This third chapter doesnāt try to reinvent the franchiseāit doubles down on what it does best: unapologetic humor, messy emotions, and women finally choosing themselves.

The film opens with silence in the houseāa silence that feels louder than any tantrum ever did. Amy, played with effortless charm by Mila Kunis, stares into her new reality with equal parts relief and panic. Without lunchboxes to pack or schedules to manage, sheās left with the terrifying question: Who am I now?
Kristen Bellās Kiki embodies the anxiety of letting go. Her constant hovering over FaceTime is both painfully relatable and hilariously exaggerated. Every attempt she makes to āgive spaceā somehow pulls her closer, turning maternal love into a comedy of obsession and guilt.

And then thereās Carla. Kathryn Hahn once again steals every scene sheās in, turning the empty nest into a personal playground. Carla doesnāt mourn the pastāshe celebrates the present. Loudly. With tequila. And zero shame. Her fearless embrace of freedom is both ridiculous and strangely inspiring.
The decision to send the trio to a wellness retreat in Cabo is a stroke of comedic genius. Whatās meant to be about healing, mindfulness, and self-discovery quickly devolves into tequila shots, questionable decisions, and chaos that follows them like a curse.
The comedy here is raw, raunchy, and relentless. Yoga fails, dance-offs, and wildly inappropriate moments come fast and unapologetically. The film knows exactly what it isāand never once asks for forgiveness.

Yet beneath the laughs lies something surprisingly tender. The empty nest isnāt played just for jokes. Thereās genuine grief in letting go, in realizing that the chapter you defined yourself by has quietly closed without asking permission.
Mila Kunis grounds the madness with emotional honesty. Amyās struggle to find purpose beyond motherhood feels authentic, never melodramatic. Her journey isnāt about becoming someone newāitās about remembering who she was before everything revolved around everyone else.
The chemistry between the three leads remains the franchiseās greatest strength. Their friendship feels lived-in, messy, and real. They fight, support, embarrass each other, and always show up when it matters.

Visually, Cabo becomes more than a backdropāit mirrors their transformation. Sun-soaked days and reckless nights reflect the freedom and danger of starting over later in life, when youāre old enough to know better⦠but do it anyway.
Bad Moms 3: The Empty Nest may be outrageous, but itās also honest. It laughs at the fear of irrelevance, at aging, at changeāand then gently reminds us that life doesnāt end when one role does.
In the end, this film isnāt just about being bad moms. Itās about being women who finally give themselves permission to live loudly, imperfectly, and on their own terms. And if that journey involves tequila, salsa dancing, and absolute chaos? Even better. āāāā½