Wine Women Weekend

Does this not look like the absolute perfect weekend getaway? I can image Amy Poehler and Maya Rudolph rendezvousing with Carol Aird and Therese Belivet somewhere in Napa. Actually, Napa is so gauche and straight. They’d meet in Sonoma and then picnic along the Russian River. Hello. Guerneville isn’t just for boys.



Fine, Napa is fine. It’s fine. Especially when you fill it with Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph, Tina Fey, Rachel Dratch, Ana Gasteyer, Paula Pell, and Emily Spivey. The comics will all star in Amy’s directorial debut, Wine Country.”

In the Vanity Fair cover story, the ladies describe it as less a lost weekend film, à la “The Hangover,” and more a found weekend film a à la “Can’t Really Think of Anything Because They Haven’t Really Made Any Because Women’s Journeys Aren’t Considered as Universal As Men’s.” Whoops, did I say that out loud?



The film’s plot is described as such by Vanity Fair:

In the fictional romp, Abby (Poehler) has organized a Napa weekend to celebrate the 50th birthday of Rebecca (Dratch). A therapist, Rebecca seems uncomfortable with the attention—“I just want to sliiiide into 50,” she protests—and spends a lot of time trying to defuse conflict among her old friends. There’s curmudgeonly Jenny (Spivey), who says things like “How can I be generous … when I hate most other people?” Val (Pell) is fresh out of knee-replacement surgery and ready to flirt with local waitresses. Entrepreneur Catherine (Gasteyer) can’t put aside her work, while Naomi (Rudolph) is consumed by secret worries.

So, for those keeping track at home, we’ve got a movie filled with female characters and a movie with a lesbian who has a thing for waitresses and a movie where “no two straight men talk to each other.”



Or, as Amy puts, this is why the dudes’ stories aren’t more prominent or even really discussed in “Wine Country:”

“When women are together, they’re really excited to be in their witchy circle. Every film has a certain amount of real estate. It was nice not to give that precious real estate to a story we didn’t wanna tell.”

Right. So book me a ticket to “Wine Country.” And get me Amy’s butch swagger wardrobe. Because, damn, do I want to go to there next weekend.