A good year for women on film, as exemplified in new releases The Eyes of My Mother, Miss Sloane, and more
Matthew Lickona 5 p.m., Dec. 9
It’s snob vs. slob as a tenacious Sandra Bullock stars alongside Melissa “What the fuck’s your problem?” McCarthy to form an unlikely pair of detectives (Laurel & Sharty?) forced to partner on cracking a dope ring. Set up, punchline, setup, punchline: Ms. Bullock puts the gags on a tee for Ms. McCarthy to drive into the stadium seats. All but a few make it past the first row. What’s so funny about Ms. Bullocks’ vagina? Everything, according to former Mad TV gag writer and first-time scenarist, Katie Dippold. It’s difficult to completely hate on the misogynistic menfolk when the most foul-mouthed, chauvinistic character in the film is a woman. Not as bad as I feared (hoped?) it would be, there are at least six intentional - and aggressively mean-spirited - chuckles spread thin across a strenuous two-hour running time. In that sense, it’s a ground-level step up from director Paul Feig's previous sewer, Bridesmaids. 2013.