Not to sound like a total killjoy, but what is the deal with the never-ending flow of all-male adventure comedies? I get it: men can be dumb, and are often more dumb the more of them there are, and we all find that funny. I am not denying any of those things. But how come in a pop culture moment where Tina Fey rules Must-See-TV and Kristin Wiig, Elizabeth Banks and Amy Poehler are all hailed as some of entertainment's funniest comedians, there isn't a single female-centric, totally ridiculous and hilarious big screen hit? Where are these screenplays? I'm sure studio heads and producers have some bogus argument about how American audiences would never laugh at the completely absurd trials and tribulations of womanhood. Or, I wonder, is it because those funny ladies in showbiz, no matter how well they're doing on their own, still feel like they need a boy's approval to put it out there?
Trust me, if I could write it, I would. I have plenty of real-life material to use and I know other women do too. I mean, c'mon: most girls can't handle Vegas. If anyone else has ever driven there from Colorado with two girlfriends on a three-day weekend to see two Phish shows back-to-back where you drank your underage selves demented while playing nickel slots, snuck into Coyote Ugly to laugh at rednecks, took E at New York, New York and woke up in the car in a parking lot behind the hotel, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
You may not believe it, but chicks do tons of funny shit when we're hanging out--we get stoned, we make fun of each other, we fumble in front of hot guys, we get confused by our own private parts and sometimes, on the rare occasion, we even fart. Fey knows this, so why was her "hilarious" cinematic contribution about having babies and trying to make it in corporate business? Diablo Cody is supposedly this edgy bad girl who runs with an Amazon army in Hollywood, but even she wrote about the uterus. SNOOZE. There is a sweet, if brief, period in between girlhood and baby-making where women make lots of comical mistakes, usually in the company of other women. If the movie industry can keep churning out film after film about alcohol/pot induced male silliness (Old School, Wedding Crashers, Superbad, Pineapple Express), imagine the fun when you have half the tolerance!
Sure, they toss us girls a few crumbs every once in a while--my boyfriend and I both laughed our asses off at Kat Dennings and Ari Graynor in Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. If I think back really far to 2002, I remember Cameron Diaz and Christina Applegate nailing it when they jiggled their arm fat and played with their saggy boobs in the otherwise cheesy The Sweetest Thing (which, by the way, is not as funny now that I can see gray hairs peeking through my bangs). And in between all the marriage and high heels and true love stuff, even Sex and the City managed to get some pants crapping in there. But when will us girls get our own immature, perverted, inappropriate, screwy and hilarious buddy comedy? When funny women look beyond the pregnancy bit and finally start writing and making movies for the comically crazy and confused girls they used to be.