Director: Jason Moore
Cast: Anna Kendrick, Brittany Snow, Rebel Wilson, Anna Camp
Alexis Knapp, Ester Dean, Hana Mae Lee, Skylar Astin
Elizabeth Banks, John Michael Higgins
Movies about young people are often petty, predictable, condescending or a combination of them all, which is why it's always a real pleasure to find one that defies expectations and the limits of age group. You know the kind...Sixteen Candles, Mean Girls, Bring It On, Easy A, Clueless. On paper, Pitch Perfect had all the makings of a bomb: a movie about a group of female a capella singers who recruit the new tough girl, who then proceeds to show them how it's done while discovering she too has a heart.
The group in question are the Barden Bellas led by prim control freak Aubrey (Camp) who favors Ace of Base and flight attendant uniforms and the tough girl is freshman student Beca (Kendrick), an amateur DJ who only joins the group to show her dad she has some social skills. After a shameful event last time they went to regionals, the Bellas are hard at work trying to regain their old glory and start taking on "unconventional" members; besides Beca, they make room for soft spoken Lilly (Lee), seductive Stacie (Knapp) and the full figured Fat Amy (a scene stealing Wilson).
Throughout the movie it's pretty obvious where things are headed for, but there is not a single second here that doesn't feel fresh and original. Director Moore works Kay Cannon's screenplay (based on a book by Mickey Rapkin) in a way that we get to know the characters well enough without recurring to overdone expositions or cliché (Banks and Higgins are phenomenal in short parts). There is a scene where the Bellas decide to have a heart to heart that's underplayed in all the right ways. There are lines and dialogues that you know you will be quoting for years to come and even the musical selection is rather supreme (hits from Madonna to Kelly Clarkson make key appearances). The cast is excellent; all the actors create an enviable synergy that works because, just as in the plot, it takes the best from people who couldn't be more different if they tried.
The best part about Pitch Perfect is realizing its pleasures aren't merely Glee Stockholm Syndrome, but that through heart and wit it injects new life into something trite and overdone. The film truly has nothing new to say and it doesn't reinvent any art forms, however it does what it does so well, that just like the pop songs it pays homage to, it gets under your skin and there will be nothing you can do to help yourself from moving to its beat.
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Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Ugly Truth **

Director: Robert Luketic
Cast: Katherine Heigl, Gerard Butler
Bree Turner, Eric Winter, John Michael Higgins, Cheryl Hines
Heigl plays Sacramento TV producer Abby Richter, a work obsessed woman who has convinced herself she has no time to find the man she deserves (you know what that means in modern rom-com slang: psychotic control freak).
When her morning news show begins to falter in the ratings, she's forced by her boss to hire Mike Chadway (Butler) a cable TV personality whose show, the eponymous movie title, has become a new benchmark of crass, rude television.
He gives advice to men and women about relationships always considering feelings a load of BS and highlighting everything that leads to orgasms.
He represents everything Abby is against and of course by the end of the movie they will end together (opposites attract, first appearances are rarely accurate, biggest stars end together...you name it, we've seen it).
The movie isn't special and it seems to know it; therefore it gives in to some low class humor (who would've thought the word "cock" could come out of the angelical Heigl's mouth so much? or that a pussy-as in cat-could spark so many lazy jokes about the female genitals) like bikini clad girls wrestling in a pool of, cherry, Jell-O, baseball fellatio cams and a scene with a sex toy that works only because of Heigl's determination (and a too obvious reference to "When Harry Met Sally").
The movie doesn't reach all-time low levels of crappy, because of the chemistry between Heigl and Butler (so many movies lately are counting on being saved by chemistry that it should really start scaring screenwriters), their banter may not be the stuff of classic Hollywood battles-of-the-sexes, but it makes the crassness sting a bit less.
She is all cute pouts and fabulous outfits, he's all about the rugged charms of a rogue, the sexual tension between them is palpable and they both look damn good throughout the film.
As long as they've got the looks people will keep coming to their movies and that might just be the ugly truth.
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