So thankful for The Other Woman!
Not a sentence a girl could normally say.
The Other Woman was worth my hard earned $6.50 and the crinkling family of four in the back row. I'm not unconvinced they were wrapping gifts the whole length of the movie.
It was so refreshing to see a female driven comedy that's not just a raunchy rip-off of the male-centric cinematic crudity! (I'm looking at you, Bridesmaids.) Sure, there was some good old fashion toilet humor fetchingly draped amongst the floral dresses and girl talk. The significantly diminished vulgarity and surprisingly respectable characters made it feel new and nuanced. Even the newly remodeled Nicki Minaj was a not-so-terrible treat. She brought a level head (ever changing in hair color) to the strong but love-troubled lawyer Carly (Diaz). A movie that puts Nicki's boss ass in a clASSy business setting, dishing out relationship advice? I will chuck the deuce up for that--in the form of two thumbs!
In a world of male driven comedies about sex, pranks and grotesque everything, Leslie Mann fits right in. She's equally explicit. Unafraid of scripts that humiliate and expose. Sometimes she even goes a little too far and pukes all over Steve Carrell. The Other Woman shone a new light on Mann. We still get to spend 109 minutes with the wacky, squat over a toilet, publicly drunk lady we've grown to love.
Mann is a queen at the slapstick and anything physically funny. There's no shortage of that in this film but we also get to meet a more sincere side to Mann. She's surrounded by females, a gorgeous wardrobe, BFF montages and she feels more real. Of course a happy housewife would lose her sanity when she meets the mistress...and the other mistress. It's a sweet yet unexpected surprise that the mistress and the wife become friends. Even more so when they both befriend Hotty McCutie, Kate Upton.
The Other Woman is a touching story about female bonding without feeling like a pushy Lifetime movie. Plenty of w(h)ine. Just enough cheese. Not all men are deemed the devil, just the one. In the end, he gets whats coming but that's not the prize. Of course the ostentatious demise of Mr. Wrong is gratifying. What the audience leaves smiling about, however, is a champagne brunch honoring the friendship of three successful and stunningly dressed women.
Nothing chases cold revenge like mimosas and happiness.
