Thursday, September 18, 2008

The Women

My friend Martha and I were in desperate need of a girls night out, so we splurged and spent the $10.50 ($1.00 off for attending Seminary. Not sure how $1,200 a class warrants one whole dollar off at the movies...but...) and we saw the movie The Women. I know, so very stereotypical of us, but I absolutely loved it. LOVED it. Meg Ryan, who is one of my favorites, for her excellent work in Sleepless in Seattle, You've Got Mail and of course, When Harry Met Sally, is the quintessential chick-flick but for the more mature generation actress. Even though rumor has it that she has had a face lift, she is still so pretty and her hair made me wish that I never chopped mine off.

I'll just have to wait a year.

The movie was well scripted and the acting took many surprising turns. Jada Pinkett Smith plays a lesbian, and it was so hard for me to get at first because her husband is only one of the most handsome guys in Hollywood. But, her performance would make you question her loyalty to such a man, and that is a compliment. Mission accomplished Mrs. Smith. Eva was, as usual a tough character to like. She's gorgeous but also completely rude and ridiculous, plus the fact that she double crosses Meg, well then she is already on my hate this. But again, mission accomplished. She is the woman who cheats with Meg Ryan's husband, and therefore we are supposed to hate her. It's a movie with tragic and delightful moments, reflecting the ups and downs of adulthood, motherhood, love, betrayal, and the underdog finding her new place on top. The performances are not golden-globe, but they are definitely worth the 10.50 (or 11.50 if you are not sacrificing food to get your degree) to see it on the big screen with a bunch of girl friends. It's even a bonus if you are in a guy-hating mood because although it does not bash guys, it reminds you how close and special girl bonds truly are, and there is only one guy in the entire film. So from your dinner date, to the theatre audience and if you are lucky the ticket counter rep, ticket ripper and pop corn sales woman, you may spend your night dripped in estrogen, and loving every minute of it.

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