Can we please talk about the snottiness of Pitch Perfect 2? It’s seriously snotty. It’s a two-hour lesson in how to act like a frenemy to your alleged friends. And it’s not funny enough.
In the 2012 hit, which was equal parts PG-13 raunch and energetically paced underdog fantasy, screenwriter Kay Cannon (who wrote the sequel, as well) let Anna Kendrick’s wary, guarded Beca run the show and negotiate the narrative complications with a light, dry touch. This time, by design, Kendrick fades into the ensemble woodwork and her character’s main dilemma is how long she can keep her recording studio internship a secret from the all-female Barden Bellas a capella group. It’s a dumb conflict — delayed secrets tend not to work when stretched across half a movie or more, even if you have Keegan-Michael Key aboard to play the music producer who becomes Beca’s mentor.
The Bellas are laid low early on in Pitch Perfect 2 when Fat Amy (Rebel Wilson, and honestly, that character name is such a drag) accidentally exposes her genitalia during a concert attended by Barack and Michelle Obama. In the first film, the inciting humiliation was due to ill-timed projectile vomiting. There will most assuredly be a Pitch Perfect 3, so you wonder where they’re going to go next in terms of a contrived big opening.
Banned from their national tour but not from the world a cappella competition in Copenhagen, the Bellas must learn to regroup, relocate their sound and settle their romantic hash. Fat Amy’s hook-ups with Bumper (Adam Devine) lead to an awkward “what is this, really?” interlude. Meantime, Beca’s relationship with Jesse (Skylar Astin) is perfunctory at best. Screenwriter Cannon is more interested in putting Beca in verbal smackdowns with the Bellas’ hostile German rivals, members of a group called Das Sound Machine. I haven’t seen such poor Teutonic stereotyping since the evil skier in Hot Dog…the Movie.
In her first feature as director, Elizabeth Banks does well enough with spotty material and back in front of the camera, as well, alongside John Michael Higgins as the snide color commentators tracking the competition action. Hearing Kendrick and company harmonize once again on When I’m Gone (used in the first, rather better movie) is easy on the ears, and Hailee Steinfeld as the idealistic newbie is a breath of fresh air. For big fans of the first Pitch Perfect, the sequel will not aggravate or offend. But I swear, in one party sequence Kendrick appears to be stifling a yawn. It’s Wilson’s movie anyway, for better or worse.
Cast: Anna Kendrick, Rebel Wilson, Hailee Steinfeld, Brittany Snow, Adam Devine, Ben Platt, Keegan-Michael Key, Elizabeth Banks, John Michael Higgins, Skylar Astin.
Director: Elizabeth Banks.
Screenwriter: Kay Cannon.
A Universal Pictures release. Running time: 117 minutes. Brief vulgar language, sexual innuendo. Playing at area theaters.