clanged into theaters this weekend promising the newest in 3-D(ish) entertainment to a movie-goers who, these days, have been primed to put on plastic novelty eyeglasses immediately upon entering the multiplex. But the way I see it, the real success in the field of three-dimensionality belonged to Tina Fey: Between the working wife and mother she plays in Date Night and the distinctive array of female characters she became in the course of her ratings-bonanza night as host of SNL, the smart star with the real eyeglasses turned prevailing pop-cultural feminine archetypes into real, well-rounded, flesh-and-blood women. Even though one was only nine inches tall.Clash of the Titans
Ken Tucker’s perceptive TV recap zeroes in on what he smartly identifies as Fey’s talent for “inserting a feminine sensibility into a show traditionally dominated by guy humor, and parodying the worst aspects of female celebrity.” To Ken’s astute observations, I’d just add that in the course of an hour, the SNL host played a single woman hungry for love; a blithely skanky fame groupie; a demagogic political-celebrity-turned-media-star with a will of iron; a patient mother of a teen girl; a lusting school teacher; an acerbic TV commentator; and, yes, a small-town prostitute who happens to be nine inches tall. She inhabited each role fully, letting us draw our own conclusions. The star became each woman, in all dimensions, just as she delineated the loving, stressed, exasperated, game, sexy, tired, practical aspects of one wife/mother/working woman in Date Night.
To me, that’s the real definition of 3-D.