Leslie Mann discovers her caddish husband is having an affair with Cameron Diaz. Of course they become friends. And then they discover that said husband is cheating on both of them with the buxom and much younger Kate Upton. Who also happens to be very nice. And so together the three of them plot the errant husband’s downfall. Cue the poop jokes and weird drag shaming.

Oh, I don’t really know what to say about The Other Woman. There are flashes of brilliance, flashes of tenderness. But how can you even contemplate a 109 minute movie starring three whole lead actresses that completely fails the Bechdel Test? Yes: 109 minutes and these women NEVER talk to each other about anything other than their man. Not even the secretary, at work, talks about anything other than Nikolaj Coster Waldau. It’s bizarre. The movie’s also a bit screechy, to be honest, when tensions rise. I didn’t entirely hate it; parts of it were sweet and funny. I laughed a bit. But I’m mostly a tad bemused and perplexed by the whole thing. Locations in Georgia. Whatever.