So I was feeling a little downhearted and down-right bored this week, after a number of monotonous hours of trawling through lecture slides in the run-up to end of year exams. Oh the joys of university life. In this overwhelming sense of loss I needed a pick-me-up; fortunately this came well and truly in the form of a Friday night watching ‘The Other Woman’.
If I’m going to see a chick-flick, I want the true experience, and ‘The Other Woman’ does not disappoint: independent women (check), hot men (check), cheap laughs (check) … and a dollop of saucy romance (double check).
The story is spelt out clearly if you’ve seen the trailer. Cameron Diaz appears to have the perfect life and boyfriend to accompany (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau). However, upon surprising said boyfriend at his house, she discovers that he is married to Kate (Leslie Mann) and she is therefore in fact his mistress. The story unfolds to reveal that the lothario has collected a string of mistresses to fulfill his high sex drive.
The laughs are better than those expected in a run-of-the-mill chick flick, the sisterhood is stronger and the men are (debatably) hotter. It may not be a life-changing, pretentious, low-budget indie film, but it is a film that the most miserable amongst us may even manage to have a chuckle at. Actually, maybe not the likes of Jeremy Clarkson, it’s not THAT funny.
I’m not suggesting that you run to the nearest over-priced cinema house in a Twi-hard fashion to watch Cameron and co. However if you find yourself at an odd’s end, bored shitless of life and forgetting what laughter feels like, this may be one for you.