I wanted to get excited for this movie. I mean -- Paul Rudd, Leslie Mann, Judd Apatow.......we're conditioned to laugh before the trailer even BEGINS, right? It has all the ingredients for Grown-Up Comic Gold -- Paul Rudd is basically Movie Jesus, after all, blameless savior of cinema, beloved by women, children, and smart men the world over. And the subject seems watchable enough: suburban malcontents trying to spice up their life? Sure, most of us burb-dwelling, middle-management types can get excited about that.
Except: if the entire film is anything like the trailer, this will be one protracted confirmation of stereotypes about women.
Such as:
Women are afraid of aging.
Women are uptight and vain.
The only alternative to the natural aging process is SEXINESS. You may be old, but you can still be a "boner machine" if you keep those abs tight enough.
Your husband will get tired of hearing you speak.
You're a harpy.
Your kids find you irksome and old-fashioned.
Old, flabby doctors will make fun of your ancient vagina.
Oh -- and childbirth? If you've INFLICTED that sight upon your mate, he'll be so horrified he'll still be feeling the need to RETALIATE, 15 years later. Heaven forbid.
I get it, I get it: couples need to reinvigorate a marriage they've not maintained, and there's something about that magic number 40 that makes some folks feel old. BUT -- why are all of the jokes at the expense of the wife? And are we ladies supposed to go see this movie and giggle at the ludicrousness of women aging, thinking, "silly old cow, better tighten up those abs or her husband will go find someone with a better tummy who knows better than to say what she's thinking. More crunches! More crunches!"
Not that Bridesmaids was any huge leap forward for women in movies in terms of SUBJECT matter (it was still a lot of catty girl-on-girl drama in pursuit of Happily Ever After With A Man), BUT: the jokes were more or less aimed at the ridiculousness of ladies' attempts to sabotage one another's happiness.
"This is 40," on the other hand, just looks like another way to solidify the media myth that women older than 25 are pretty much whiny brats with cobwebs on their lady parts, who want nothing more than to "be sexy again."
As though that were the holy grain of lady-hood.
Just check out THIS PIECE on the shrinking age of Cosmo cover models. According to Refinery29's take:
"... it suggests that the mainstream definition of womanly and sexy is changing, and increasingly, older women are being told, at least subliminally, that they aren't it. Instead, we're being told that since we are literally losing value as we age, the way to feel sexy is to channel our inner teen (or take advice from a teen girl)."
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