The other woman is a woman you have learned to despise and resent. She is a person who is the bane of your existence, selfish and casually cruel. She wrecks homes and hearts to create and perpetuate her pagan pyramid. You wanted no part of this triangle. You were content with just a solitary connecting line from your point to his, but this other woman’s bitchcraft is strong. She’s dealt some heavy blows to your self-esteem, making you insecure. She peels the band-aids off before your wounds heal, and she exposes those weaknesses over and over again. She builds a bomb, and she destroys you with it.
While you have the love of your life on the line, her heart is just a gaping black hole that is sucking the love force out of the man you thought was yours. You are powerless against her. Her army is bigger than yours no matter what kind of artillery you draw out. You raise your white flag and surrender. You recognize that you were never going to win this tug-of-war.
You were taught to hate her.
Your image of her has been disfigured and distorted because someone else had started her portrait. That same person gave you careful instructions to finish the piece of art in the same fashion. You aren’t one to disagree. You trust him, and you mistrust her. So you pick up the paint brush, and you finish the uneven strokes. Acrylic paint spews across the canvas until the image is indistinguishable. With so much rage, your sight becomes blurred and muddled. Despite your skewed vision and loss of meaning in the art you’re creating, you continue to dab your globs of spiteful paint, tinting the piece with your loathing for this other woman.
However, there is a thought-provoking question you must ask yourself: What if she isn’t the real enemy?
It’s a startling revelation. As much as you are reluctant to believe she is anything but your nemesis, some primitive voice in the back of your mind — instinct perhaps — begs you to look at the bigger picture.
You drop your paint brush. Your head tilts to allow your eyes to take in the image before you at the best angle they can. You put your hand to your chin as you study it. It’s helping you focus. Your lips part once you come to a shocking realization. The other woman is just like you.
She was painted black and blue by the dishonest hands who started the painting before you took it on as your own project.
This is the case for so many. They go through life holding a grudge against these ‘other women.’ Some never realize the deception and remain forever stuck within a loveless triangle.
Then comes a different story. In this version, the other woman is not the enemy, but a comrade. You are fighting forces of tyranny and dictatorship together. You are in this together, not separate, and your powers combined just may be enough. You’ve united against a common enemy: the man who cheated on you all.
Thus, is the tale of “The Other Woman.”
Director Nick Casavette sends out an empowering message of sisterhood and amity to women in his comedic film “The Other Woman.” While Casavette’s usual specialty perhaps isn’t comedies, he was still able to portray an extremely likable and humorous story. “The Other Woman” is undoubtedly one every woman will delightedly add to her chick-flick collection.
With ticket sales of $24.7 million, the movie has even managed to knock the newest Captain America film from its coveted first place at the box office. For a movie which received many bad reviews and too-harsh criticism, “The Other Woman” certainly surpassed expectations with its popularity.
Starring Cameron Diaz, Leslie Mann and Kate Upton, the film follows three women who are all being cheated on by the same charismatic man. The women couldn’t be any more different from one another in personality, but somehow manage to develop strong bonds with one another because of their unfortunate predicament of being the other woman.
Diaz’s Carly Whitten, a tough Manhattan lawyer with a history of serial dating, finds herself enamored with her new boyfriend Mark King, played by the Danish actor Nikolaj Coster-Waldau. After Mark cancels plans to get drinks with her and her father, Carly takes it upon herself to make a house call just to ensure everything is alright. Things don’t go as planned for Carly after she very awkwardly meets Mark’s wife, Mann’s Katy King. Stunned by the deception, Carly returns to New York jaded and mildly devastated.
However, Carly isn’t the only who feels betrayed by the man she loves.
Katy seeks Carly out at her office quite quickly, determined to get to the bottom of her husband’s infidelity. Although uniting to retaliate against Mark for his unfaithfulness, they form an odd, but genuine friendship. The duo is especially hilarious because Katy is scatter-brained, animated and a little too needy while Carly is a tough-love type. Because of their conflicting personalities, the two prove that in friendships opposites can attract, and that alliances formed through vengeance are a force to be feared.
A pleasant surprise was Nicki Minaj’s first on-screen role as Carly’s sassy assistant. She managed to steal every scene she was in not only with her funny lines, but with her character’s fashionable apparel. Sex and City veteran costume designer Patricia Field can be credited for the fantastic wardrobes for the cast. Diaz’s Carly had my favorite attire throughout the film with her classy career woman look and the sexy, but elegant dresses she wore on her dates with Mark.
Carly and Katy soon make a new addition to their group, enlisting Kate Upton’s Amber. Amber is another one of Mark’s girlfriends who, upon finding out she was deceived and cheated on, is eager to join the revenge-seeking team.
“Put the lawyer, the wife and the boobs together and we know how to do it just as shady as he does.”
–Cameron Diaz as Carly Whitten
You have a creative trio, albeit a little childish, who will do whatever it takes to teach Mark that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
The film takes a much more slapstick turn towards the end, but still enforces the idea that women should empower one another, not compete. The other woman is a person who is as human as you are and as flawed as you are. Although you may not agree with her methods, they likely weren’t done intentionally to spite you. She probably had no knowledge you existed until she recognized that you were the other woman too. The other woman was never truly the other woman. She’s just another woman, one you should feel for and understand.
The movie is reminiscent of 1996 film “The First Wives Club,” but has its own hysterical flares and uniqueness. Theaters were long overdue for another female-driven comedy. My last favorite had been the 2011 movie “Bridesmaids.” I won’t give much more away on “The Other Woman” because it’s one you should see on your own—preferably with all of your girlfriends who have as big a thirst for revenge as the other women in the film do.
Not the other woman but just another woman,