If there’s one thing I treasure in this world, it’s a girls’-trip movie written by two men, and that’s exactly what writer-directors Jon Lucas and Scott Moore have delivered to us in the form of Spa Weekend. The movie stars Michelle Buteau, Isla Fisher, Leslie Mann, and Anna Faris as a wacky bunch of gals on vacation, and getting to watch this movie in an air-conditioned theater is, if nothing else, a welcome respite from the sweltering heat and humidity consuming Los Angeles right now.
Below, find quite literally every thought I had about Spa Weekend:
- There they are! The names of the two men who wrote this movie!
- And the four women who star in this movie!
- I do love a Now and Then-style childhood flashback.
- “Three blonde women and Michelle Buteau” is so Hollywood-diversity-coded (although, listen, I always want to see Michelle Buteau, no matter how many blonde women she’s surrounded by).
- Leslie Mann is a lawyer!
- Ah, the endearing conceit of a super-hot woman who can’t fathom that someone is asking her out (because she’s very focused on her job, calendar, etc.).
- Yay! Anna Faris!
- I was an assistant for amazing women, not horrible men like Anna Faris is, but I still get full-body shivers at the phrase “anticipate needs.”
- Ugh, divorce is hard.
- But it’s also good!
- Cishet husbands, on the other hand…
- Oh, JK, it’s an uncle. They’re allowed to be useless.
- Ooh, pastries!
- Where’s the fourth friend?
- Anna Faris, I love you almost as much as I hate your ex.
- That said, not even for Anna Faris would I go to a murder-mystery dinner party.
- I’m not “the expensive babysitter,” am I?
- My friend Winnie did say I need to raise my prices, but it feels audacious to charge more than $20 an hour to watch Netflix while someone’s child sleeps.
- God, I want to be at a spa right now.
- Sorry, I missed about five minutes’ worth of movie while I was booking myself a sauna and cold plunge session.
- Are we still making “lady boner” jokes in 2026?
- However, jokes about how women love free products still hit.
- Genuinely!
- Not for nothing did I steal a pair of hotel slippers from a Vrbo last weekend!
- I would love for Michelle Buteau to be given fewer lines about twerking…in, again, 2026.
- Hey, it’s Isla Fisher!
- I think!
- She’s still far away.
- Okay, yes, it’s her.
- Who among us has not wanted to smash a sacred crystal?
- I never feel more alienated from the culture than when a blond man is exalted as super hot.
- Sorry, “What is butt stuff?”
- Asked by an adult?
- Goat yoga!
- Hijinks ensue!
- How did we graduate to female fight club already?
- “Spas don’t work”? Skill issue, sorry.
- Someone in this theater just said “Ew” audibly at a pube joke.
- Valid!
- There’s only one car charger at the spa?
- Really?
- Aw, I do kind of like Michelle Buteau’s ex.
- Calling bullshit on this whole orgasmic-hand-massage sequence.
- I live in LA! I’m familiar with these things!
- Good for Leslie Mann for getting her groove back, though.
- Wow! Spa job for Anna Faris!
- If this spa is real, this film is excellent spon for it.
- Hey, I know that was an old-person joke, but I also like to take long walks at the mall because it’s super flat.
- A major heatwave-exercise hack of mine, in fact!
- Don’t say I never gave you anything.
- Male stripper dance sequence?
- What the hell, sure.
- Ugh, I want better for Michelle Buteau.
- Aw, girlypop fight.
- In jail, by rhe way!
- Isla Fisher sacrificing for the greater good! We love to see it.
- Next spa weekend…in Monte Carlo? I fear I’ll watch.
