Pitch Perfect 2
Director: Elizabeth Banks
(In theaters)
A-
Let me preface this review by saying two things: 1. My girlfriend loves Pitch Perfect in the same way that Brits love to confuse Americans online with matters like Cheeky Nandos, and 2. I never win anything (and by that I mean, quite literally, never). So when screening tickets became available through Oxford here, I replied with a speed that probably both impressed and horrified the editors. My name was on the press list; there may have been some poor dancing; whatever. We were on our way, and I had brownie points.
Tuesday, May 12th
Harkins Theater
Downtown OKC
7:09 p.m.: For once, I’m not making us run a little late (which may or may not be because I thought it started at 7 and not 7:30) and we get in line to give our names. There are approximately a hundred million people waiting with their screening tickets, and I’m amazed to see some small children in the crowd. There’s a lot of excitement and weird concession smells.
7:23 p.m.: We sat in the fancy reserved seating area, and to add to my brownie points for the inevitable mishap I will do later, I have purchased Mike and Ikes. So far, it’s a good date; we’re holding hands, the whole bit. Some radio DJ (I say some because it’s unclear who he’s with — there are four different radio stations advertising around him) is giving out DVDs of Pitch Perfect for anyone who can answer easy trivia questions. Everyone knows Fat Amy’s real name is Patricia.
7:47 p.m.: After some strange, unrelated trailers for television sitcoms and a few infuriating hand-claps from unknown audience members, the movie begins.
8:34 p.m.: Less than an hour in, I’m convinced that, for once, Hollywood can make an excellent sequel. Thus far, I have laughed, I have had goosebumps, and I have been stunned silent (thankfully, so have the small children in the audience). The Mike and Ikes have already been devoured, but I won’t be leaving my seat anytime soon.
8:52 p.m.: Just before the romantic climax for Fat Amy — the one we’ve all been waiting for — the guy next to me decides it’s the perfect time to get up and leave for the bathroom. Side-shuffling man aside, I’ve decided I need to purchase the DVD when it hits stores later this year.
9:16 p.m.: The credits start rolling to more awkward clapping from the audience members who don’t grasp that the actors cannot hear them. Prone to hating large crowds and people, I remained stunned in my seat while everyone else exits. (I may or may not have also been waiting to be presented with the Hey, You’re a Pretty Cool Girlfriend award.)
Next is the part where, if you haven’t yet seen the movie, you won’t want to continue, because SPOILERS.
