Okay, let’s cut to the chase. I loved, loved, LOVED this movie. It's one of those flicks that are funny for the long haul and not just the coming attractions. My friend Helene and I laughed out loud from the opening scenes to the final credits. Not to give too much away, it’s the tale of Kate (Tina Fey), a wildly successful 30-something businesswoman who finds herself wildly unsuccessful at getting pregnant. So this uptight, upper-middle class go-getter goes out and gets herself a surrogate—the irrepressible Amy Poehler as the wacky, other-side-of-the-tracks Angie, who "discontinued high school"—to carry her precious progeny for her.

The dialogue is fast, witty, and right on target, and the cast is superb. Not only do the two female leads shine, hysterical performances are given by Steve Martin as Kate’s New Agey, long gray pony-tailed post-hippie boss, Barry (his reward for a job well done is an uninterrupted five minutes of eye contact with his lucky minion), Romany Malco as Oscar the doorman (“You got yourself some baby mama drama,” he announces to Kate when Angie shows up on her doorstep to move in), and Sigourney Weaver as the icky Chaffee Bicknell, owner of the la di da surrogacy agency. Plus, Greg Kinnear is downright adorable as Kate’s love interest, Rob, the lawyer-turned-juice-bar-owner.

The movie skewers the whole contemporary pushy urban parenting scene (only strollers with air bags will do for strolls to the park) to delightful effect. Looking for lots of laughs and a fresh take on 21st century baby mama-hood? Get thee to the multi-plex, pronto!