With Cameron Diaz's recent track record of films (see: Knight and Day and What to Expect When You're Expecting, among others), it shouldn't have been so blindsiding to experience the particular brand of badness that was The Other Woman. Directed by Nick Cassavetes, best known for directing The Notebook and being the son of John Cassavetes and Gena Rowlands, The Other Woman is as schmaltzy as one would expect. What isn't expected, however, is the forced amount of female solidarity wielded at its audience throughout.
As a high-powered lawyer living in New York, Carly Whitten (Diaz) is accustomed to one-night stands and frivolous dalliances. So when she finds herself actually getting attached to her latest flame, Mark (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau), it comes as even more of a surprise to her than it does to her assistant, Lydia (Nicki Minaj, the best thing about this entire movie), who knows the ins and outs of her various "phases" in a "relationship" better than Carly herself. When Carly is about to introduce Mark to her father, Frank (for some incongruous reason played by Don Johnson), he reveals his true colors by bailing because of a plumbing emergency at his house, alternately known as, his wife, Kate (the especially hyper-annoying in this role Leslie Mann), says she's going to come to the city to see him if he doesn't come back to her that night. And this is how Kate and Carly find out about one another: Carly goes to Mark's house dressed as a sexy plumber (proving you can put "sexy" in front of any profession) only to find Kate is the one answering the door.
When Carly realizes Mark is a two-timing son of a gun, she's all too ready to cut ties cold turkey. Kate, on the other hand, has other ideas about incorporating Carly into her future. Practically stalking her to the point of irking Carly enough to let Kate into her apartment, the two form an unlikely friendship that continues to seem unlikely throughout the entire movie. Just because the same guy fucked them over, we're to assume that they have an automatic rapport. They don't. This is made all the more clear by the addition of another mistress, Amber (Kate Upton), into the equation. In spite of her being younger, more attractive and dumber than a pile of bricks, Kate and Carly take a shine to her nonetheless. All in the name of taking vengeance on the same man.
Then again, maybe that's all it really takes to bond women together: A mutual ire for the same person--particularly if that person has a protruding appendage in the center of his legs. As ridiculous and hard to believe as it is, women can be that spiteful when it comes to exacting retribution on a man who's done them wrong. And so, on the one hand, it's nearly impossible to believe that these three extremely diverse woman with nothing in common on the personality front could force themselves to be friends with one another. But on the other, dime-store female solidarity can sprout at a moment's notice if it means inflicting the calamity a specific wrongdoing man deserves.