It wouldn't be surprising if men stayed away from The First Wives Club in stadium-size droves. The three screen-grabbing actresses don't just do well by beating their feckless husbands at the money game; they do good by opening a women's crisis center with the proceeds. They do not shrink from campiness, either, as they vamp through a girl-group rendition of You Don't Own Me in the final scene.
It would be easy to make fun of First Wives but a mistake to miss it. Once you accept the fact that Frank Capra is dead and that Hollywood is remaking The Day...
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