Pitch Perfect 3
There aren’t too many things on this earth that I love more than music (well, except maybe my wife). I’m a musician and from as young as I can remember, I’ve been mesmerized by the magic of melody. Anyone who knows me knows how easily distracted I am when hearing a song for the first time or the welcomed frenzy that comes with discovering new artists. Music transports me into a world that conveniently melts away any existing responsibilities, which is why I totally get Pitch Perfect 3.
As skeptical as I was to see the final hurrah of the Bellas (I mean, how many sequels can top the original?), Pitch Perfect 3 is actually an amusing, action-packed movie about friendship and self-discovery. For those who haven’t seen any of the Pitch Perfect films, each plot is basically filled with three consistent elements: riff-offs, laughs, and victory.
Anna Kendrick (Twilight), Rebel Wilson (How to Be Single), and Brittany Snow (Hairspray) are back to reprise their roles as members of the Barden Bellas, an all-woman a capella group from their former college days. Before committing to their mundane lives as responsible, working adults, the Bellas kick off their final trek. This involves a USO tour of Europe and a competition against other rival bands – one of which is fronted by Ruby Rose (Orange is the New Black) – all for the chance to tour with DJ Khaled (who also makes an appearance).
I have to mention that Fat Amy played by Rebel Wilson, brings more than the anticipated comical and crude one-liners this time around. Since when did she become an ass-kicking, brilliant-plan-scheming, savage? (As a side note, I can understand why Fat Amy’s name and character raises some eyebrows, but personally, I didn’t have an issue with her or her ability to poke fun at herself. When we first meet her in Pitch Perfect and she’s asked why she calls herself Fat Amy, she replies, “So twig bitches like you don’t do it behind my back.”) The foreseeable story line explodes in a plot twist of trickery and action, mirroring what feels like a James Bond movie. But no situation is too complicated for Fat Amy and Britney Spears’ “Toxic” to create the perfect diversion for an escape. Wilson’s performance actually made me believe she can kick my ass, which is why I looked into combative classes as soon as I got home. I might be a little jealous of her militant persona.
Despite the overall predictability of the film, it remains loveable. Between the a capella covers and a couple new features, the musical madness kept me hooked. The only magical element from the first movie that’s missing in this one is the rawness felt in a capella itself. One thing I can’t stand in music is the undeniable overuse of autotune. Look, I get it, none of these actors have Whitney Houston powerhouse vocals, but they can also hold their own (just watch this rendition of Titanium). Autotune should be an appetizer, not the entrée, and I couldn’t help but miss the full vulnerability of the Bellas when they sing their little hearts out sans autotune.
While Pitch Perfect 3 may not be as well received as the first, the Bellas’ genuine chemistry and humor kept me relishing this movie. It echoed truth in my life about the difficulties of embracing adulthood and the angst of honest ambition. It was a reminder to surround myself with people who love and support me through every opportunity that harbors creativity. And as much as it pains me to admit this, the final performance of the movie brought tears to my eyes. Pitch, please.