The First Wives Club should be a decent enough movie. Its got a relevant point to make about the curse of ageism in society. Its got a plot involving three women scorned getting their own back on their weaselly cheating hubbies. Its got a great cast (Hawn, Midler, and that other woman). Really, when you think about it, it should work. Im not saying its a formula worthy of scooping a trolley-load of Oscars just that it should work. But it doesnt work, and it doesnt even come close.
It starts with our three heroines coming together for the first time in yonks, thanks to the funeral of a mutual friend. Theres Brenda (Bette Midler), a 40-something woman whose other half has left her for a younger model; Elise (Goldie Hawn), a 40-something woman whose other half has left her for a younger model; and Annie (Diane Keaton) who youve guessed it is a 40-something woman whose other half has left her for a younger model.
In case you think they all sound a bit TOO similar though, fear not, because they each have their own individual character traits too. Hawns character, for example, is an actress, so she sports a set of lips so massive theyd make Jackie Stallone stare and point. Keatons playing the frump, so she wears a pair of those high-waister trousers designed for the over-70s. And Midler? Well, shes Midler, so she shouts a lot.
Before long the three of them have decided to make the male rotters in their lives pay by forming the club of the title although, with only three members, its not really much of a club. Even the Nazi Party has more subscribers than that, and thats after all the bad press. Anyway, to get back to the subject, they adopt the mantra of justice, not revenge but, judging by the pretty tame events that follow, all-out revenge would have been considerably more entertaining.
The main problem (although its by no means the only one) with The First Wives Club is that, in order for it to work properly, you really need to empathise with these three crones on at least some basic level. And, while Im not advocating extra-marital nookie in any way and certainly dont have any objection to seeing love-rat menfolk getting their just desserts, this trios constant shrieking, whining and yelping makes it impossible to like them in even the most miniscule way. By the time it reaches its deeply cringe-worthy sing-a-long ending, the whole thing has become nothing more than a major irritation a waste of an idea, a waste of a cast and, most damningly of all, a waste of any viewers time.