Women can be jerks, too. Everyone knows that.
And yet in the movies, the female schmuck is generally relegated to side characters. She’s a friend. She’s a villain. She’s never the heroine.
In the outdated rulebook of who we get to see on the big screen, leading ladies need to be likable — that tiresome, comedy-killing characteristic.
Thank goodness, then for Amy Schumer, the paradigm-busting, enfant terrible who’s there to snap us out of our malaise with one rowdy gal: Amy.
Her vehicle, “Trainwreck,” written by and starring Schumer, luxuriates in the idea of selfishness while shifting our antiquated ideas of what we want from a female lead, because, most importantly, it’s very funny.
Bawdy, brash and beaming with confidence in every mistake, Amy does not suffer fools gladly or suitors at all.
As a young girl, her good time Charlie father (Colin Quinn) instills in her the idea that monogamy is impossible. Or, “monogamy isn’t realistic” as he makes Amy and her even younger sister recite over and over after a conversation comparing partners to dolls.
It becomes her mantra. We meet up with her 23 years later, boozing and sleeping her way through Manhattan. Well, not sleeping. She never sleeps over at a man’s place or lets them stay at hers.
Amy is pro-pleasure, anti-romance, and just a “modern chick who does what she wants” in gold lam