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Amy Poehler and Maya Rudolph cover the May issue of Parade Magazine

Amy Poehler and Maya Rudolph cover the May issue of Parade Magazine

Amy and Maya are gracing the cover of the May issue of Parade magazine, where they talked about ‘Wine Country‘. Check out pictures in our gallery, watch a behind the scenes videos and read the full interview below!

It’s hard enough to plan a weekend getaway with friends—and even harder when those friends are moms. That’s why longtime pals Amy Poehler and Maya Rudolph have only been on two trips together.

One was a jaunt to Palm Springs, California, where Rudolph was bitten by a black widow spider and EMTs needed to be called. The other was a gals’ getaway to wine country in California’s Napa Valley that Poehler, Rudolph and a few other fellow female Saturday Night Livealums took for Rachel Dratch’s 50th birthday three years ago.

And the minute they all got on the plane together, “it was simply right back where we left it, the last time we were together,” says Rudolph, 46. By the end of their trip, they’d had so many laughs, running jokes and robust conversations, they started bouncing around the idea of making a movie about it. The result: this month’s new Netflix film Wine Country (in select theaters May 8; streaming May 10), directed by Poehler, 47.

Amy Poehler covers The Hollywood Reporter Magazine

Amy Poehler covers The Hollywood Reporter Magazine

Amy is on the cover of the April 24 issue of The Hollywood Reporter. In the interview, she talked about Wine Country, feminism, and much more. Our gallery has been updated with photos from the photoshoot and the magazine cover. The full article can be found below and there’s also a video with an interview and behind the scenes images that you can watch!

“I’ve been trying to unpack my own deep institutionalized misogyny,” says Amy Poehler. “Our generation of women, Gen Xer women, we desexualized ourselves. And that stuff gets really ingrained. I grew up in a time where trying to sympathize or empathize with the male experience was how I was able to be included in the experience.”

We are having lunch at a farm-to-table cafe in the Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn, where Poehler, 47, owns a wine shop. She is dressed in dark jeans and a chambray shirt, the top button securely fastened at her neck. “You’re So Vain,” Carly Simon’s ballad to male narcissism, is playing — a little too loudly — over the restaurant speakers.

Like so many women of her generation, Poehler is grappling with her own pre-#MeToo assumptions about sexual politics amid the existential dread of the Trump era. But one thing is certain: She has definitely had it with condescension from the patriarchy. “Women are constantly criticized for being too emotional,” she tells me. “Can we be allowed to be as messy, as all over the place, as inconsistent and as mediocre as men? Do we have to always be patient, special, nurturing, adaptable?”

Amy Poehler on the cover of The Sunday Times Style

Amy Poehler on the cover of The Sunday Times Style

Amy is gracing the cover of the April issue of The Sunday Times Style. The new cover was unveiled today and it will be available this Sunday (April 21). During the interview, Amy talked about ‘Wine Country’, patriarchy, motherhood and much more. Our gallery has been updated with magazine scans, photos from the photoshoot and you can read the interview below!

“Wait, I know you!” Amy Poehler says, her face alight with recognition when I walk into the sunny Los Angeles studio where she has just finished Style’s photoshoot. “Where have we met?” I interviewed her, briefly, 12 years ago in her Saturday Night Live dressing room when she was a featured player, early in her marriage to the comedian Will Arnett; she was best friends with Tina Fey and her career was on a meteoric rise.

I interviewed her again in 2014 over the phone. She was about to win a Golden Globe for Parks and Recreation, the critically acclaimed TV comedy she helmed and starred in for seven seasons from 2009, playing the indefatigable bureaucrat Leslie Knope. She and Arnett were divorcing by then and they had two young boys (Archie, now 10, and Abel, 8). Poehler talked me off the ledge when I realised I’d forgotten to turn on my tape recorder, and helped me reconstruct our conversation from my notes. “That was the second time that happened to me,” she says. “The first was for High Times [an American magazine that promotes cannabis use]. The reporter was … under the influence.” She starts laughing. “They had a good excuse.”

Sitting on a leather couch in a corner of the cavernous studio, Poehler, 47, gives off an electric “let’s get cracking” energy. She described herself as a “plain girl with lots of personality” in her 2014 best-selling memoir, Yes Please, but in person she is almost exotic-looking, with her angular features, doll-blue eyes and baby- blonde hair. She’s promoting her new Netflix film, Wine Country, which she directed and co-stars in with fellow Saturday Night Live alumnae Tina Fey and Maya Rudolph. The chemistry of the trio was evident at the Oscars in February, where they opened the hostless ceremony to rapturous applause. “There is no host tonight,” Rudolph said. “There won’t be a popular-movie category. And Mexico is not paying for the wall.”

Maya Rudolph and Amy Poehler cover the April Digital Issue of Vanity Fair

Maya Rudolph and Amy Poehler cover the April Digital Issue of Vanity Fair

Maya Rudolph and Amy Poehler are on the cover of the April issue of Vanity Fair! In the interview, they talked about ‘Wine Country‘, SNL, their friendship and much more. Head over to our gallery to check out the beautiful cover shoot and read the full article below!

Maya Rudolph remembers the first time she met Amy Poehler. It was September 2001, and Poehler had just joined Saturday Night Live, where Rudolph was a cast member. “I walked into the writers’ room, and I feel like you were sitting on the table and everyone was just gathered around like, ‘Ahhhh, finally: Amy’s here,’ ” she says.

Poehler’s face twists in disgust. “What an asshole power move. Sitting on the table! I hope I was also urinating in all of the corners?”

The two women are nestled on a sofa in the cozy outbuilding of Poehler’s West Hollywood production company. The place feels like an eclectic museum—vintage flea-market paintings of naked women, Poehler’s Emmy statue, a snapshot of Hillary Clinton. The assortment of sanitary products and a breast-exam tutorial in the bathroom confirm this as a female space.

Sitting across from Rudolph and Poehler, I feel like I’m sunning myself in the glow of their mutual affection. They seem instinctively alert to every shift in the other’s emotional register, always ready with a gesture or word of encouragement. Whatever the opposite of resting bitch face is, that’s what Poehler has; she hovers in a constant state of twinkly amusement, mischievous but never mean. Rudolph is luminous; clad in a khaki-green shirt, pants, and coat, she has camouflaged herself to blend into the background.