Another summery SIWI, so once again…you’ve probably already seen this anyway. The Bellas were just TOO GOOD to pass up the first time around, so we pretty much owe it to them to slog through their sequel, no matter what you hear about it.
Did we need a sequel?
Pitch Perfect is funny and watchable the first time and the tenth, and perhaps it could have survived into perpetuity as one of those films you have to stick with when you find it on television. That being said, a sequel was inevitable, if only to give moms another soundtrack to overplay for the next several months. Really, though, the first film gave us too many memorable characters — Becca and Fat Amy and beyond — not to reap the benefits with (at least) one more entry.
What NFL player would make the best a capella group member?
Clay Matthews and some of his Packers pals give a strong effort in one of the movie’s best scenes (that also includes David Cross and a vast array of talented comedians riffing hard), but I have to think there are other stars out there with the skills needed to thrive in the a cappella world. I have to think that, but I have no basis to begin this debate with myself. By default, let’s say Arian Foster, the most interesting man in the NFL. The best questions are the ones you have to answer on your own, or something.
How many storylines is too many?
I can’t pinpoint the exact threshold, but Pitch Perfect 2 most definitely runs over it. In attempting to continue storylines from the first film while introducing several new threads, the film spreads itself extremely thin, making for a whole bunch of spirited but disconnected scenes that leave you feeling rushed and unprepared as the climactic moments of the story approach. There are still plenty of zingers and mashups and Fat Amy one-liner perfections, but coherency is nowhere to be found.
Just how far into one’s cheek can one shove a tongue?
This seems to be the question the movie’s writers aimed to answer with their relentlessly sassy script. It worked for the first film and does so again for much of the running time, but some of the jokes end up feeling redundant, uncreative, and offensive. Even the lovable main characters threaten to become alienating as the script falters, but do not fear — the music and energy still win out in the end.