I inserted a question mark because I really can't recall if I saw a worse movie last year. Probably not. This is dull, illogical, and stupid--no, worse than that, it's stoopid. Lisa Kudrow's Marci says that she can't rap, yet almost immediately launches into a (very bad) rap about handbags. Uptight Senator Christine Baranski hears about 5 seconds of a hip hop beat and is instantly transformed into fabulous dancer with stripper potential. Instead of the comedy arising from the situation and/or the characters' quirks, screenwriter Paul Rudnick (hope he loves whatever the money from this crap bought!) just throws any gag he can at us, and nothing sticks. I laughed ONCE: when the obviously-meant-to-be-J.Lo Yolanda says, "I'm bleeding, I need a photographer." That's the only time in 84 (seems longer) minutes that a "comic" line was directly related to a character's personality. The rest is just stoopid.
