Thea Sharrock’s Ladies First (2026) is the product of a dated script that doesn’t quite marshal the sensitivity and smartness required to say something about the modern times. You need more than a high degree of wit and intelligence to make something like this take off. What we get is a shallow thought experiment that’s sorely out of touch with contemporary conditions. Today’s gender strife and the film’s understanding don’t quite fall in stride. There’s a dissonance that strikes out and intensifies in alarming proportions while the film progresses. You hope for some flare of sharp writing when it just bludgeons you into dumb submission. There’s no freshness, just a tired loop of templates that are tossed up in a lazy stab at subversion.
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There’s a jarring lack of congruence between the film’s arguments and the present state of the world. It’s like the film hasn’t caught up with what’s happening today. There’s no synchrony in the two, hence creating chasms and ruptures. A lapse in the match generates a lot of tussle, a slew of mistakes that keep escalating as the minutes fly. Tedium creeps in and none of the gender skewering lands with any effectiveness. It becomes almost farcical in all the wrong ways, redirected into a blatant mess of narrative intent and tonal misdirection.
Where’s the energy to be fresh and provocative without hinging overly on rusty old ideas? There are no attempts to edge forth the conversation with a new urgency. Gender wars are constantly accruing new frontiers. The discourse can barely hold room before the conversations and debates splinter out in motley directions. What the film does shockingly is it blunts those raging ideas, railroads them into some predefined idea that should command no place or identity in today’s world.
It feels clobbering to watch something this wilfully dated and so regressively dull in the guise of making bold claims. Where’s the capacity to be transgressive without flinging it in your face? It’s this brazen showiness that mutes the impact of many a joke, a jab or a pointed comment. It’s all ladled out with such annoying, unforgivable high airs you really struggle to take it seriously.
Yes, there’s humour at its broadest, but that cannot be taken to excuse and negate introspective merit. This is where the film stumbles and stutters. The feuds feel pointless after a while, petering out in energy, innovation and sheer pizzazz. They go in circles, shambling and distressingly shallow, failing to elicit the discomfort of a conversation revealing bitter truths. You want it to shake you wildly with its bristling ideas, the blazing thrust of original flare. But no such thing transpires.
All of it crumples into a reheated melange of overfamiliar frustrations and attacks. The repackaging is as stupid as entirely redundant. There’s no desire to re-ignite the arid boundaries, just let it foist as bluntly attached to familiar ideas and expectations. Hence, the film never meets the moment, falling way behind in coyness and awkwardness.
Why Is Alex Promoted?
The film has no interest in partaking in a conversation that can head forth instead of being stuck in a sad, little, self-absorbed rut. It kicks off with the premise of a gender switch. What happens if women find themselves in power? Men trawl doubly to earn their stripes. Women have it all. Men are rendered powerless and must strive impossibly hard to get a place. They are thrown into positions of domestic labour. The gender dynamic of the ordinary world has shifted and the binary essentially flipped. But does this lead to any sincere questions? That is nowhere to be found.
Damien (Sacha Baron Cohen) is the typical sexist male who sees no merit in women. He is told by his boss he’ll be the new CEO. The company has been fire for its questionable representation of women. Hence he decides to randomly promote a woman. Alex (Rosamund Pike) is promoted to the position of a creative director. But Damien really has clue as to who she really is. Alex, of course, is thrilled. Alex realises quickly she hasn’t really been promoted as a sign of recognition. Her ideas and opinions are shot down in meetings. She’s dismissed and patronised. When she does confront Damien, he tells her on her face that he did it just as optics.
The move means nothing, that she shouldn’t attribute any valence and credibility to it. He means to crush her confidence entirely. Damien instead barks at her that the world is questioning men like him, that he should strive to do whatever it takes to reassert his place and power. Alex is disgusted and quits, outraged and humiliated. How could she have continued working knowing the disparagement? Damien is annoyed at her quitting and follows her. On the road, he bumps into a pole. He collapses.
When he wakes up, the world has shifted. The rules are redrawn. In this new world, women hold the reins. Men have no space, importance or privilege. They are consigned to the margins entirely. In this world, men are harassed, intimidated, catcalled. They have every power taken away and given to the women. He is just another employee struggling hard to climb the corporate ladder. His CEO position is gone. The receptionist, Felicity, is the new CEO. Alex is her most trusted employee. Damien tries to reassure himself this is all just a rotten dream but the reality stares at him hard and aggressively and without reprieve. He has to deal with it.
Who Becomes The New CEO?
There’s a homeless man who advises Damien that he can get back to the real world only after bringing about a certain change. Damien is determined to do whatever it takes. He’s told at work that he ought to look presentable if he harbours any hopes of ascending the ladder. He does it dutifully and meticulously. Yet, after the transformation, he’s still ignored and belittled. Felicity dangles the promise of a raise if he agrees to a compromise. Damien sleeps with her in order to get the promotion. However, she dies once she reaches a climax. At her funeral, he discovers that she slept with every employee on the promise of a promotion.
He’s not an exception at all. It drives his understanding of what his position is. There are a lot of convolutions that follow. Damien tries to finagle his way into executive meetings where he passionately advocates to Glenda the need for a male CEO like him. He argues everyone ought to be given a fair shot, based on merit and not driven by gender. Glenda seems impressed. When Damien believes he has put up a convincing case, Alex says she has an emergency with her daughter’s dental crisis. Damien chips in, believing it can earn brownie points with Glenda. The two also end up sleeping together. However, this time, it’s Alex who sneaks out, not Damien.
When Alex is chosen as the new CEO, Damien is outraged. Alex, though, is impressed that he didn’t bring up the matter of their sleeping together. She fires him nevertheless and Damien sues the company for wrongful termination. Suddenly, Glenda and the other executives declare Damien as the new CEO in a hasty bid to fix their image. Damien thinks he has now brought forth a great change.
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Does Damien Fix His Mistakes?
Suddenly, he slips and falls and wakes up in the real world. Damien is now changed and goes about mending his behaviour. He begs Alex to accept the job. He tells her passionately he has learnt from his mistakes, that he has been very cruel and unfair. She deserves the job through and through. Alex states a few conditions, among which she asks for the same salary as male creative directors. Alex makes him write his approval of her conditions. She joins the job and the company gets a push with her brilliant, imaginative campaign style.
Ladies First (2026) Movie Review:
Ladies First suffers from authorial smugness. It has the rankling, grating overconfidence of a director who knows too much about the ground they wish to cover. Sharrock is intent on explaining away every gag, every quip as if the point would fly past viewers. There’s a fundamental distrust of the viewer’s basic intelligence, pushing a litany of justifications and elaborate explanations to spruce the arguments. Is it so hard to miss the humour, the satiric jabs?
There’s an over-reliance on cringe-inducing notions from the fossilised past. We don’t get an inkling of how its arguments can launch its targets at the contemporary moment. There’s an out-of-step energy to it. But Ladies First keeps up a furious energy. It wants to barrel forth with its asinine jokes. We can almost be humbled into admiring the director’s faith in her material until it all just lapses into blank-faced, banal, exhausting tripe that has little clue or conviction. It keeps staggering on its way before it collapses right on its face. Where’s the spark of compelling smartness? Where’s the impulse to be audacious and heady and clutter-breaking?
The film is too settled and content to break out and chart fresh ground. There are no efforts to advance the argument in a coherent, original manner. It’s too threaded to older debates, archaic notions of sexual warfare, to have any grounding in what’s unravelling now. Pike is fully committed. But it’s almost amusing to encounter the level of her devotion to the material. She’s too believing in it for the film to land sharply. This is where the film gets caught on the wrong foot. It’s stranded between contrasting approaches.
An actor brings too much to the table instead of the material encouraging her to soar and fly. Pike dazzles but she never needs a script to really show her mettle. She gives herself fully to the script’s inanities even as it paints her in a very disparaging light. You can’t help but wonder how such a project attracted such high star-wattage. Did anyone see through the artifice and recognise what a blundering mess all this was?
Could no one have stopped such a disaster? It’s as painfully unfunny as gratingly oblivious to the current temper of the world. It is caught in its silo, a strange, asinine mix of woefully disbalanced mood and disposition. The humour is constantly at the subservience of something sillier. The director is intent on underlining every gag, each little thing that has been planted on display. There’s no room for subtle, searing takedowns, just an over-assertion of broad humour that never really goes anywhere substantive, moving or uproarious. It’s one thing to make a film that speaks to the moment, quite another for the said moment to have already sailed.
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