The Invite (2026) dir. Olivia Wilde
In typical marital comedies, the "bickering couple" trope often reduces the wife to a nagging buzzkill and the husband to a loveable, if negligent, slacker. The Invite fundamentally upends this dynamic by rooting Angela's frantic energy in a devastating lack of self-esteem. She's exhausted from carrying the emotional labour of her husband - who has weaponised his own failures as a musician.
Olivia Wilde frames Angela against wide doorways and empty kitchen counters, visually emphasising her isolation even when her husband is in the next room. Mimicking the vulnerability and nervous eccentricities of classic Keaton, Wilde plays Angela as a woman desperate to redecorate her apartment because she can no longer fix her life, and marriage.
What makes the storytelling so refreshing from a woman's perspective is that Piña and Angela are never pitted against one another. There is no cheap catfighting or jealousy over their respective partners. Instead, the narrative treats Piña's sexual openness not as an object for the male gaze, but more of a mirror for Angela's own suppressed desires. When the neighbours drop their explosive proposition - an invitation to swap partners for sex - the comedy doesn't stem from prudish shock, but from the raw, exposed nerves of what it means for a woman to voice what she actually wants.
If there is a flaw in the film's perspective, it's that the narrative occasionally centres Joe's midlife malaise at the expense of deeper dives into Angela's identity outside of her marriage. We learn an immense amount about Joe's failed rock career, while Angela's internal world is sometimes left to be deciphered through subtext and plot reveals.
But besides that, this was a really great adult comedy.