I can’t remember the last time I saw a movie on its opening day.
Okay. Actually, that’s a lie. I saw the premiere of Catching Fire … and Despicable Me 2 … and let’s not forget the threequel of the Chipmunks movie. I believe it was called Chipwrecked. And … I think I’ve made my point.
I can’t remember the last time I saw a GROWN-UP movie on its opening day.
Of course, the term “grown-up” is somewhat loosely defined here. Because there was potty humor … there were pratfalls and slapstick moments … oh, and actually, there was little to no substance at all. It was, quite simply, marvelous.
The Other Woman … opening today!
Know this, my friends. As I’ve grown (somewhat willingly) into my adulthood, I’ve become very particular about the movies I see. And I’m talking about the movies I see without my children. Mostly because I hardly ever get to see any. Plus I find that so many of the movies that everyone says “you just have to see” really don’t do it for me.
For example, I hated The Hangover. (I know. Many of you will now click off my page. Oops.) I liked (read: not loved) Bridesmaids. There were a few funny scenes in it. The 40-Year-Old Virgin, The Blues Brothers, The Big Lebowski … yada, yada, yada. Seriously, I could win first place in a keep-a-straight-face contest.
But today’s movie … The Other Woman … had me laughing out loud.
Ask anyone who knows me. That hardly ever happens. One scene even had me laughing all over again when I slipped away by myself to the bathroom during the movie. Bear in mind, I was alone on the toilet in a crowded bathroom. Laughing. Out loud. A LOT. I tried not to make eye contact with anyone when I exited the stall. And I’m pretty sure I forgot to wash my hands on the way out.
Anyway, don’t worry. I’m not going to give ANYTHING away about the movie. ‘Cause I’m just not that kind of person. So allow me simply to do this. For those of you who actually plan to see the movie, I’m just going to give you a few keywords so you’ll know when I was laughing the hardest. It’ll be our little secret.
Here are your clues:
Stretching after a run
Believe me when I say you’ll probably laugh even more than I did. I’m a hard sell. But, before you write me off as pitiable, empty-headed buffoon, know that I love this movie because of its comic timing. (Plus how cute is Leslie Mann?!!?) But know that I don’t expect it to win any Academy Awards.
Then again, neither did The Jerk.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Nobody paid me to write any of this information. I received no complimentary passes, no The Other Woman t-shirt, not even a popcorn coupon. The shit is just that funny. And well worth the price I paid to get in.