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So it’s no secret that I love Tina Fey, like practically to the point of obsession. This may have colored my opinion of Baby Mama, which I found to be the greatest movie I’ve seen all year. Then I realized it’s also the only movie I’ve seen all year—that was released this year, I mean. But whatever. Baby Mama has its flaws, and I blame them on the fact that Tina Fey didn’t write it. Mean Girls is a goddamn perfect feature, and I think Tina could have written this story better. But she didn’t, so whatever.

Look, the movie was predictable, and it’s not groundbreaking cinema, and I had some problems with the story (and with Steve Martin, but whatever). The fact of the matter is that Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are hilarious, and we could do worse than watch them fight with each other for an hour and a half. Plus, there are no goddamn movies like this starring women. They’re all Superbads, where the female characters are practically tertiary.

And when I saw the movie on Friday, in Merrimack, the theater was packed with teenagers and early twenty-somethings, and everyone was laughing their asses off the whole time. I almost went to see it again last night, because I really did enjoy it that much—and Allison and I have been quoting it since we left the theater—but I caught a stupid cold, so I stayed home and tried to sleep.

I will see it in theaters again, and I will count down the days till the DVD release, because I love it when women get to be funny. And I love it when Tina Fey is in anything. Truly, it would be hard for her to do something I didn’t love. Which is why I’d be a terrible movie critic.

In conclusion, I hope that Baby Mama does well enough that Tina and Amy get to make a better, even funnier movie. This was a pretty bangarang start, though, in my opinion.

You know one of my favorite things about the 30 Rock mistaken for a lesbian episode? Jack’s friend from plastics is called Thomas, which is so unambiguously a guy’s name. She’s not Jo or Alex or Chris or Terry. There is no reason whatsoever for Liz to think she’s being set up with a woman. Though, if she were a lesbian, wouldn’t she be all, “Thomas? I don’t date dudes, Jack”? He should have been watching for that response. Hmm.