Nothing brings girls together quite like mutual hatred, especially when it comes to a guy.
“The Other Woman” presents this situation perfectly as Cameron Diaz, Leslie Mann and Kate Upton form a special bond when they learn they are all dating the same man.
After the wife, Mann, and the two mistresses, Diaz and Upton, realize they are being deceived, they decide not to confront the player but to plot their revenge to make his life a living hell instead.
In my opinion, this was an admirable move. It would take all of my will power not to have an emotional meltdown if I had to spend time with a man I knew was cheating on me.
The ladies in this film not only have the will to stay calm around him; they also have the brains to bring down his world as payback.
This film is the perfect chick flick for a girls’ night out. While portraying an updated version of the popular movie “John Tucker Must Die,” starring Brittany Snow, the relationship between the three women puts a modern day spin on the usual “cheater, cheater” movie.
The connection and deep friendship formed between the victimized women almost made me forget that they were brought together by a common factor: a cheater.
The actresses portrayed three completely different personalities and never failed to have the entire theater laughing hysterically throughout the flick. I was not disappointed in the humor of the film at all.
However, the film’s cheesy ending disappointed me.
The cheater, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, pleased me with his acting skills, until the final scene. His ability to play an overdramatic role was obviously not one of his best talents.
I was frustrated with the way the scene played out. Tacky and nearly unrealistic, it gave the movie a completely different vibe.
Thankfully, this part of the script was written for the last few minutes of the production, so it didn’t leave me completely disappointed. While walking out, I was still laughing at the previous scenes in the movie and jealous of the bizarre friendship such an unfortunate situation created.
I’m not saying I hope my husband has an abundance of mistresses on the side. But if he ever does, I wouldn’t mind ending up at a sleepover, in my walk-in closet, with my new best friends, braiding hair and drinking tequila.