Ok -- so this movie isn't going to win any awards. Let's be clear about that now, darlings. It's uneven, predictable and there are some things that seem to be added on at the last minute (such as Steve Martin's extended cameo as a spiritual organic food guru -- although some of this add on is hilarious). But the supporting cast is terrific if underutilized -- Maura Tierney as Fey's sister, Holland Taylor as the bitchy mom (no stretch) and Greg Kinnear as Fey's love interest (and he had a head cold when he shot the film which seems odd). But there are two surprise supporting players who are fantastic -- Romany Malco as "Oscar the Doorman" can split your sides with one look and Dax Shepherd who plays Poehler's white trash "common law husband" ... he is such a dumbarse in this movie that you have to pay attention to how he throws out a line that somehow ends up surprising you at the end. Hi-lar-i-ous. But make no mistake -- this is Fey's and Poehler's movie, lovers. Their on-screen chemistry rivals that of Brad Pitt and George Clooney. They are such smart, talented actors who happen to have impeccable timing. It is when they are together, interacting, improv-ing and riffing off each other that this movie zings -- even in the hard-to-believe parts. They are so inviting and endearing that you never want them to leave the screen. And let me tell you this -- there is a part in the movie where Poehler who is the surrogate or "baby mama" for the barren Fey decides she needs to dye her roots and Fey does a Silkwood-proud hose-down that almost made me pee my Diesel low-riders. So, Rox can't rate the movie because you just have to go see it -- expect nothing from the movie and everything from Tina and Amy!! FYI: I still laugh right out loud when I think of Amy's character apologizing to Fey for "farting in your purse."
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