Aside from my brilliant writing, I used to belong to one of the best a cappella groups ever (shout out to my boy Mike, who’s gonna fly my private plane when I’m rich). We were pretty fantastic. I was just the talent, but the two guys behind the magic (magic here referring to vocal arrangements and…all that stuff that talent doesn’t know) were…magical, y’know? Those were great times in my life.

I watched Pitch Perfect and I was insulted. By so many things. The great thing about it was the songs, which I didn’t feel there were enough of, but whatever. I liked that they picked people with strange faces, not classic beauties or muscled jocks, like Stomp the Yard. Not that I’m complaining, sigh…but everything else about this movie sucked. The plotlines, character developments and so-called moral takeaway were all over the place, as was the script, the comedy, the…everything. The saving graces were a few characters (Rebel Wilson and Skylar Astin rocked), and like I said, the songs. I raised my eyebrows a lot, partially from confusion and partially trying really hard to stay awake through the garbled tieback romanticism of The Breakfast Club. I was even further insulted that it has a 77% on Rotten Tomatoes, which I think is a laughable travesty.

An a cappella/singoff movie is a hard movie to make, I agree. It’s like a dance movie; all you want to do is focus on the voice. Even with Glee, I think there is a lot lacking but they make up for it. Or you get used to it. Whatever. With PP, they didn’t even try. These folks clearly wrote a script when they were asleep.

It gets a 2 out of 5. And that is a looooooooooooooooooow 2.

Ati they want to make a sequel. I need to get back to singing.

tSN