The Other Woman plays like a movie that was made by people that actively hate the script. It is a grotesque, shrill, never-ending effort that always finds a way to sink a little lower just when you’re positive there’s no way it can. Not only is it wholly damaging in its perception of females in general, but there’s not one laugh to be found. For a movie billed and marketed as a romantic comedy, you’d have to be pretty deranged to find a trace of either.
The film stars Cameron Diaz as Carly, a successful attorney who discovers her boyfriend, Mark (Coster-Waldau), is actually married to Kate (Mann). At first devastated, Kate eventually befriends Carly and the two plot their revenge on Mark. But wait, there’s more! Turns out Mark is also seeing a third woman, Amber (Upton). Now it’s three against one in a race to the bottom.
From putting estrogen powder in Mark’s shakes to Nair in his shampoo, not to mention the requisite potty humor, every gag The Other Woman attempts has been done before and better. There’s no sense of comedic timing in Melissa Stack’s script. Zero. The performances are all embarrassing, led by Mann in a turn so earsplitting it’s truly incredible. As bad as Mark’s actions are, somehow none of the women seem any better. The whole contrivance leads to a finale that would otherwise beg to be seen to be believed, but not here. The Other Woman is a rancid, despicable excuse for entertainment. And it hates you.
Studio: Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation
Length: 109 Minutes
Rating: PG-13 on appeal for mature thematic material, sexual references and language.
Theatrical Release: April 25, 2014
Directed by: Nick Cassavetes
Written by: Melissa Stack
Cast: Cameron Diaz, Leslie Mann, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Don Johnson, Kate Upton