The story ambles on as we follow Rose's routes to vengeance against wandering-eyed Bob and floozy Mary to show them the error of their ways and to reinvent herself as a powerful, confident woman in the meantime. It's by no means an excellent film, to be sure, but it's at least an agreeable revenge comedy. Streep is typically well-timed in this, a far less becoming character than she's used to. Mary is a bitch, plain and simple, and you find yourself rooting for the typically trashy Barr in this, a surprisingly sweet-natured performance. But it seems that Streep is rather well-suited to playing a comedic villain (see Death Becomes Her for evidence of that), and, though the pairing for Streep/Barr on a marquee is probably the most bizarre one in her career, the two of them play rather well off each other, representing two opposing sides of the womanhood spectrum - the beautiful brat versus the mumsy sweetheart.
Now, I can understand the ill will toward the flick. Streep has very clearly been better in countless other roles, and the writing is, for the most part, bordering on ludicrous, but it's a pleasant mindless departure from the doom and gloom of her '80s work. Mary and Rose are big, brash caricatures of the ladies they're trying to represent, and, though this fact creates some problems with plotholes and inconsistency, the stars are endearing and doing rather well with the predominantly silly script they're working with.
Meryl's Performance: B
The Film: B-