I recalled a post somewhere that despite the sausage-fest, it can be be looked as a feminist film because there is a strong critique of the trope of "yeah-guys-need-suppress-their-emotions" and the objectivity Cobb has on picturing his wife, trying to "correct" her while not realizing his own bullshit.

But yes. I really enjoyed it, even though it needs moar ladies. Like, if they can give the traditionally-male role of the "math/architect/science whiz" to a girl and doesn't make a peep about it, than they can give the muscle role to a lady as well and not say anything. Like that scene in the hotel where that guy-what's-his-name was fighting all of those dream-agents.