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Pitch Perfect 2
Reviewed by: Angus Wolfe Murray
The original Pitch imitated aspects of Glee with box office approval. Now that Glee has ended, a sequel hits the multiplexes to the sound of jaded laughter.
After winning every competition going a teenage acapella group, The Bellas from Barden Uni, are given the chance to sing at the Lincoln Centre, New York, where they blow it big time when Fat Amy (Rebel Wilson), a blonde Aussie with a big mouth and bigger thighs, has a wardrobe malfunction that exposes her underwear short comings in full view of the President.
The result is awesome, like the slow death of Bambi would be awesome. They can't perform anywhere and are regarded as tainted talent, useless in the world of the squeaky and the clean, until an international acapella competition is announced in Amsterdam.
Wow! They enter. Double wow! You'll never guess who wins. And you won't believe how bad the script is.
The girls wouldn't last two rounds in Strictly, or turn a chair in The Voice.
This is a college fanzine rub that doesn't leave a mark on your conciousness. It's kissy kissy plunk plunk.
"In the minefield of life you have to be prepared to lose both your legs," The Bellas are told.
In the context of Fat Amy and her blow dried crew it's a flag waved in anger. Their arch rivals in the Euro comp are the Germans, a solid group of performers that prefer military precision to cutesy individualism, who make the mistake of writing the Americans off as losers.
Remember the war? Don't! Remember Glee? That's better. But don't compare. Perleeese!
The Pitch is not Perfect, my friends. The game should have been abandoned. Pain stops play.Reviewed on: 15 May 2015