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The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood is for women who spend their lives looking for surrogates for significance from the Franklin Mint. They're the ladies who think empowerment comes from Oprah Magazine, Beanie Baby collections and soft, fat, harmless men with accents who can cook. They think a shirtless Fabio is sex, and that actual screwing is too messy and smells funny. They don't allow unhappiness into their lives because there's no room left in their curio cabinets. They try to believe in words like "closure" and "nurturing" and that the diet in the latest Good Housekeeping really will change their lives if it helps keep reality at arm's length.

It's a fraud, another shovelful from Oprah's corporate ass. It trades on phony women-empowerment shit that does nothing to empower women but a hell of a lot to empower the makers' bank accounts. The makers don't believe in these lies, but they assume audiences are stupid enough to eat them like handfuls of valium. It's all the more depressing because it was directed by a woman who actually once had a grasp on strong women, Callie Khouri, the author of Thelma and Louise. Now she's become a needy sell out.