Em for Movies - Sisters

I like to think that the most effective way to work your abs and dispel any post-Christmas blues is to laugh your ass off. So I saw Sisters last night with some friends that I was comfortable cackling next to (it’s got to be someone who has heard the snort-laugh and will not judge or be distracted by it). Done and done. 

This is the wholesome imagery you'd expect. You'd be wrong.

I have read a lot of crazily negative reviews of Sisters. As though several hundred avid bloggers and critics went into a movie expecting Schindler’s List and were presented with National Lampoon’s Animal House instead. Sisters is not meant to be an emotional or intellectual examination of the sibling bond and its development over time. So in an effort to save others from laboring under any misapprehension, a short note: this movie is funny as fuck, if you think fuck is funny. Good to go?

The plot is present, but not particularly relevant. Tina Fey and Amy Poehler play sisters whose parents are selling their childhood home; cue the reversion into teenaged idiocy and actual cringeworthy, mind-blowing tantrums. I’m going to go out on a limb here and admit that I didn’t really care about the plot. It’s just a stage whereupon the interactions of a host of tremendously funny people can take place. Just relax and stay patient through the 20 minute build up of a silly premise for the truly foul, absurd and delightful film to follow.

The cast was (not surprisingly) sprinkled with Saturday Night Live stars and alumni who took their bizarre stock characters and made them memorable. Maya Rudolf was straight up hilarious, and Bobby Moynihan’s over-the-top dad jokes were solid gold.

Overall, I give Sisters a double shot of good tequila. We’re talking Milagro Select Barrel Reserve, which means that for what it is, it’s delicious and perfect accompaniment for a ridiculous comedy about a pair of siblings who need to sort out their lives. The final word (not actually a word) might have to go to multiple Oscar-winner Dianne Wiest who was superb as Deana Ellis. You’ll know it when you hear it.

 

Cheers,

Em

 

Editor’s note: If you’re ever looking to be depressed, try inputting “middle aged women party” into Google Images. There are no words (other than “sad”).