I feel bad for women that The Women is the kind of movie Hollywood makes for you. Seriously, if we get movies like Sideways and About a Boy and Stand By Me. You get The Women.
Meg Ryan One of The Women
This movie is so talking down to women. They keep criticizing people's plastic surgery and badmouthing celebrities. That may be true but art has the opportunity to be better than reality.
All the characters propagate the basest clichés of female archetypes. Mary (Meg Ryan) is the frazzled worker bee. Sylvia (Annette Bening) is the rich bitch. Edie (Debra Messing) is the baby machine addicted to pregnancy. There's a lesbian who dates angry supermodels, a blabbermouth manicurist and a naïve foreigner too.
This movie is really insightful about gender differences. It actually has the balls to point out that women stop to ask for directions, don't drink from the cartons and don't stand too far from the toilet when they pee. Wow.
The vision of a world with only women in it is cool. It must have taken serious coordination to capture sweeping New York Cityscapes with only female extras, kind of like the Vanilla Sky shot of Times Square. But do something with it. Don't just use it as the backdrop of an offensive bitch session. Do the female I Am Legend or something!
They really don't let up on the plastic surgery and fashion magazine photos. Get over it. Some people choose to have face lifts. Some people read fashion magazines. Whining about it doesn't help the cause. Show a constructive alternative.
Just when you're starting to relate to Mary, because she actually does have a real life going on, she makes a cutesy reference to something out of a '30s movie. Eating butter is kind of funny. I guess Ryan gets street cred for doing in live action what Homer Simpson only did in animation. I bet it's actually tofu or something.
It's not even fun to see these girls cavort around. It's sad and pathetic. A lingerie clerk has the most balls in the movie to actually call a mistress out on her bad behavior, with total class and subtlety. Mary's friends scream at her as if verbal intimidation is power, as if the mistress is the problem and not the husband. Girl power!
I have so much more respect for each of these women as individuals then I do for this group effort. This just demeans them all. At least no one started singing into hair brushes, but one screaming birth scene is worth three hairbrush karaokes.