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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Baby Mama

Posted By on Wed, Apr 23, 2008 at 12:00 AM

When Tina Fey and Amy Poehler were named the first female anchor team on Saturday Night Live's "Weekend Update," they became the news. Their pairing was seen as a crack in comedy's glass ceiling; male performers and guy-centered humor still dominate. As the stars of a big-budget comedy in the Judd Apatow era (where a woman's role is to make a man better), they're being heralded again. But what they're doing isn't earth-shattering, just funny.

Written and directed by their SNL colleague, Michael McCullers, Baby Mama is tailor-made to their strengths and sensibilities. The comic personae of this odd-couple mesh perfectly with their characters: The uptight Fey, with her tendency to overthink everything and say too much, is the driven, self-sacrificing vice president of a good-for-you grocery chain; and the quicksilver Poehler, with her reckless physicality and whip-smart delivery, is the more-capable-than-she-appears, white trash opportunist with a heart of gold.

McCullers views the union of infertile Kate Holbrook (Fey) and surrogate mother Angie Ostrowiski (Poehler) as a platonic romantic comedy, creating the gynocentric version of a bromance. The insemination scene is set to "Endless Love" (mercifully not "She's Having My Baby"), indicating that the relationship between the women is the main course, with men on the side. (Defiantly dense Dax Shepard is Angie's very common law husband, and Greg Kinnear utilizes his low-boil charisma as a smoothie entrepreneur.)

When Angie moves into Kate's tony Philadelphia apartment for the duration of her pregnancy, the comedic chemistry crackles, with jokes that are both highbrow (organic food is "crap for rich people who hate themselves") and low (a novel use for Pam). McCullers follows the method Fey employs on 30 Rock, casually tossing out humorous bons mots; if you catch the joke, that's great, but they're already on to the next one.

Baby Mama showcases just enough of Steve Martin as Kate's tyrannically blissed-out boss and Sigourney Weaver's smugly fertile surrogacy coordinator, with first-time director McCullers deftly balancing the disparate performing styles. His strength with actors doesn't compensate for a flat, utterly perfunctory visual style, and he tags on the kind of wish-fulfillment ending that negates all the hardships of these smart, zippy characters.

This accessible comedy is by no means revolutionary, but Fey and Poehler have taken the female bonding movie to the next level, perhaps planting the seeds for the Baby Mamas to come.

Serena Donadoni writes about film and culture for Metro Times. Send comments to


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