Writer/editor in Vermont, roller derby skater, Seattle native/sports fan. Clips of my professional film writing work are on my website.
Paul Feig seems to think there are only two types of women in this world:
a) women who are uptight and need to learn how to cut loose
b) women who are sloppy messes who need to learn how to get it together
And this is yet another entry into his oeuvre on the subject. I get that he didn't write it, but look at the movies he directs.
It's reasonably fun and Blake Lively's outfits are amazing, but yeah.
Sometimes you're browsing the local gas station that still does old fashioned video rentals looking for a comedy you haven't seen and the options are limited so you grab this and figure what the hell, Kate McKinnon is a national treasure. Unsurprisingly, that's the best thing I can say for what would otherwise be a fairly forgettable and predictable movie. There are some decent gags and pretty much all of them go to McKinnon, and rightfully so. It's not amazing, but as far as recent laughs go, you could do worse.