In order to redeem herself and the Bellas they need to win, right? So she insists that they continue to do the previous year's show and choreography because that's what got them to the finals last time. ![]() She sees losing the finals the previous year as her fault.Aubrey: Uptight bitch mired in tradition who won't accept new ideas or an overzealous Team Mom who just wants the Bellas to do well and just has trouble letting go of tradition?.Benji, with his general enthusiasm, nerd gear and magic tricks.In contrast to Beca, Emily is very adorable yet more socially-awkward, especially in her mannerisms.It went right out the window after her Stress Vomit cost the Bellas a serious defeat and she became a nasty Control Freak. In her freshman year, Aubrey was ditzy and cheerful.The fact that a lot of their dialogue together in the movie concerning their romance is improvised causes some fans to think of them as more than 'good friends.' Rebel Wilson and Adam Devine are also shipped a lot, due to their amazing chemistry together.It does not help that they tend to flirt with each other during interviews. In addition to Beca and Chloe, Kendrick and Snow are also shipped together.Despite the preposterous escapades and the self-destructive satire, at the end of it all, there’s something real left standing. It looks like these performers are genuinely enjoying themselves, and it’s infectious. So many movies end with trite sentiments about “family” and “sisterhood” but it doesn’t feel forced here. Permeating the nonsense, though, is a heartfelt assertion of teamwork and female solidarity in defiance of everyday sexism that’s very much in tune with the present moment (even if it’s best not to ponder too deeply what kind of “empowerment” the Bellas prancing in clingy camouflage outfits in front of US military hardware really represents). There are choice one-liners (“we’re going to be clinging to you like mom jeans to a camel toe”), music-industry satire (DJ Khaled travels with a dedicated “juiceologist”, with his own portable beehive), and Rebel Wilson’s offbeat interjections, which are judiciously kept in control, though she’s unleashed in the inevitable action finale like a secret weapon. It’s a testament to writer Kay Cannon (who wrote all three Pitch Perfects) and new director Trish Sie that all these random elements stay in tune with each other and everything wraps up neatly. All of these play out through a whistlestop tour of European locations, costume changes and tightly choreographed song-and-dance numbers. Those proceedings include the emergence of Fat Amy’s long-lost father (John Lithgow, whose attempt at an Australian accent might best be described as “transpacific”), Beca’s friendship with a handsome, sensitive young music producer, bouts of “we’re a second family” bonding, innumerable minor Bella sub-subplots, and the sniping Greek chorus of commentators Elizabeth Banks and John Michael Higgins, who are following the Bellas for a documentary. At this point, Pitch Perfect’s entire raison d’être threatens to collapse like an overcooked soufflé, but this instalment realises the music was only ever really secondary to proceedings. ![]() When they throw down the riff-off gauntlet, the other bands prove to be better at everything – mashing up cover versions, writing their own songs and playing instruments. The Bellas’ tour rivals include a country band, a hip-hop outfit and an all-girl guitar band (brilliantly named Evermoist). Photograph: Allstar/Universal Picturesīut things don’t go quite as expected. Teamwork … Rebel Wilson and Anna Kendrick in Pitch Perfect 3. Suddenly Fat Amy (Wilson) comes crashing through the skylight, hoses the men with a fire extinguisher, and they all jump overboard before the yacht explodes. The opening set-up is literally explosive: the Bellas are on a luxury yacht, performing another of their choreographed, beatbox-backed cover versions for the delectation of three unknown men. In the process it throws out all semblance of plausibility, but by this stage, who really cares? It assumes we all know the drill, then has a whale of a time subverting it. How many more “riff-offs” did we need to see? How many more big competitions were left to enter? How many more slightly over-extended Rebel Wilson one-liners could we take? But this third – and surely final – outing basically explodes its own formula. Second time around, the premise of competitive a capella already seemed to have exhausted its possibilities. ![]() F ew viewers came out of Pitch Perfect 2 thinking, “this franchise will run and run”.
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