Women rule, you drool.

To write, to write, to write, why do I write---to keep busy as I search and chase jobs like a dog trailing behind a car.  Run and run and leap-----and fall----flat on my chest and face I get up on all fours and run some more, barking this time  I run and run and leap----to fall on my face.  I get up once more, still smiling, and I run again, barking louder, tongue hanging out one side of my mouth, and I leap, and midway through the air I realize I'm chasing a bike driven by a pimply teenager tossing newspapers onto front lawns.  I am a dumb tired dog in need of a job.  At least I have Netflix and at least I've seen The Women.

George Cukor directed this all women cast, which means ALL women, no men, not even tiny little one syllable parts.  The script was adapted from the Broadway play of the same name (it performed 666 shows,---who stops on 666??) and was later adapted into a 2008 movie of the same name.  This is the original and it is superbly written.  Few other movies A) have the guts to have only women on screen B) be as far ahead of its time as this movie was, and C) be as insightful as this script is.

The movie sweat feminism while also realistically portraying women as the competative wombs they are (think evolution and the precious egg idea).  My girlfriends have told me stories about female friendships that are accuretely portrayed in this movie.  It gets away with things that might be called stereotypical today, even though the behavior of the charecters is spot on from what I know about womenkind.

The movie is about a group of friends and their marriages.  Their is love, backstabbing, betrayels, children, gossiping, divorce, and woman empowerment without the heaviness of modern movies with preach like the cinema is a pulpit.  It's in black and white but midway through there's a fashion show shot in color.  I can't say enough good things about this movie.  ----oh, and the opening shot in the beauty parlor where all the voices of the talking women blend into a headache, well they don't call a group of women a gaggle of women for no reason. 

ps---Joan Crawford is awsome.  She may be Mommy Dearest, but on screen, she's a viper.