It’s not just me

Sally Quinn didn’t like Sideways either.

Imagine, if you can, a movie about two unattractive, gross women slobs going on a week-long spree and ending up with Brad Pitt and Ben Affleck. Imagine that becoming a hit, nominated for five Academy Awards, acclaimed by critics.

Wait, don’t even try. It ain’t gonna happen.

“Sideways,” the low-budget Oscar contender, is a guys’ movie that celebrates a certain cultural fantasy: Set off on a drinking-carousing-debauching adventure for a week with your buddy, seduce two great-looking girls and then dump them and go home. What fun!

The reviews were fabulous, and then Charles Krauthammer wrote a whole column about it on the op-ed page, calling it “sublime . . . intelligent . . . clever, funny, moving.” He concluded, “Trust me on this one. See it.”

I did. I hated it. And it wasn’t just me. Most of the women I know feel the same way.

Read the rest of Ms. Quinn’s critique.