The Other Woman
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press deadlines, making us late to the vengeance-themed beach party. Critic's Grade: CThe Other Woman
makes friends in low places.The Bechdel Test holds that a film must present a scene featuring two women talking about something other than a man. The Other Woman
would almost certainly flunk it. The majority of screen time is given over to a rambling conversation between our jilted protagonists (Cameron Diaz, Leslie Mann and Kate Upton, helpfully self-identified as “the lawyer, the wife and the boobs”) about how best to strike vengeance upon the investment-banker snake (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) that done them wrong, but it's the sort of movie that doesn't allow any of its barely-sketched personae any other motivations to forward the plot. Sisterhood is understood as a pleasantly contrived distraction to be indulged while waiting out what's truly important. Men, for their part, exist almost entirely as an abstraction of happy endings. The Other Woman
limns a horribly constrained world-view bound together by a willful solipsism sure to crumble whenever all-consuming passions depend upon another for success. Still, though strewn with little more than live-action cartoons reduced to their most awful traits, they're not altogether unrecognizable, and the lingering fall off the cliff of towering egotism inspires more than a few laughs.
As the first feature written by Melissa Stack (whose unproduced screenplay I Want to F