The MEDIAtrix: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun


There is a serious lack of female buddy flicks out there.  Beyond Sex and the City: The Movie, well it’s worse than kielbasa night at your local sports bar (i.e. total sausage fest). But why?  Before I rant let me be clear that by “buddy movie” I mean buddy movie as a subset of the comedy genre.  With apologies to Susan Isaacs, who wrote on the subject for the New York Times back in the 80s, Steel Magnolias is not a buddy movie.  And while Thelma and Louise is about buddies, the — spoiler alert — attempted rape and attempted/completed double suicide ending kind of put a damper on the laugh-o-rama.

 In “Lament for the Female Friendship Flick”  — and please, gag me if I ever use that phrase again — Leah McLauren proposes that perhaps the lack of lady buddy movies is due to “our discomfort at watching women get along.”  But that’s oversimplifying.  It’s not like buddy movies are all about two simpatico bros getting along unproblematically, because gee, that’d be fun to watch.  No, they are about dudes with different notions of a good time trying to embark on an epic sexventure.  The entirety of a buddy movie is fraught with tension as one friend submits to the other in spite of his better judgment, only to get in an insane, untenable, and often ilegal situation.  And what woman hasn’t found herself talked into a terrible idea (speed dating, bikini waxing, watching Eat Pray Love) at the hands of a convincing girlfriend?  Terra cognita.bride-wars-wedding-dress

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These films share a singular, cohesive vision that is entirely masculine.  What drives these men to misadventure is the pressure to get laid and resist commitment at any cost; pressure sends these guys running into each  other’s arms at first sign that they might be heading to the altar.  Of course, when all is said and done, the resolution is that our male protagonist will almost inevitably settle down, because better to live in happily wedded blaséness, if not bliss.

This works well for dudes because there’s something for them to run to (sex with scores of nameless disease-free chicks) as well as from (monogomy).  In a film like this, you can’t just sub women in for men, since women aren’t seen as social creatures dying to escape marriage.  This formula with ladies at its center would have to have them running toward something (typically marriage) at the expense of fun and discovery, which makes for kind of a boring second act.  And it’s hard to make this formula, or any variation of it, work (take Bride Wars) without generating an instant loathing of said female characters.  The equivalent of fun and games for men (dancing with strippers, stealing tigers) does not translate as well for women (dress fitting, overdoing it on the spray tan).

Not to mention that to have a film about a couple of women bonded together by their desperation to get married and repulsed by casual sex cries out not just as antiquated, but also as plain out-of-touch.  This formula doesn’t work for women because we wouldn’t buy it for women, possibly because we know they’re not like that.  Too bad we don’t think enough about men in general to let male characters act outside the proverbial box.

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So where does that leave us?  I hope it leaves us to push the envelope.  If transposing men and women won’t work and reversing the formula won’t work, then we need a fresh infusion of shared female journeys that are funny.  Think Baby Mama.  Think House Bunny.  Think anything that doesn’t involve being a bride or being afraid of being a bride.  Let’s try thinking outside the box and not just about how to get into that box.

 

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