Hermanísimas

Another 2 hour flick!!! After sitting for 2 hours and having about a total of 12 minutes of a few smiles and giggles, your butt is going to be blistered with frustration.

Sisters is not a bad movie! It isn't an unfunny movie. It's a good movie but - for me - Amy Poehler, Tina Fey just didn't pull the laughs out of the bag as they do in skits on television. Plus it's two hours long and all you get out of that two hours is occasional smiles & giggles. You get tired of sitting and waiting for the big moment of really laughing, which unfortunately never showed up. The big long party scene becomes just that - too long - and the sight gags and shenanigans of the 40 plus year old participants never jells into fun for the viewer.

Sorry but this flick is just another example of Hollywood cashing in on hot popularity. This time it's the team of Amy Poehler & Tina Fey being offered, no doubt, a fantastic payoff to appear in a rather bloated production of a very thin plot line of a story.

I'm sure it will be on DVD very soon!

I like this movie. It makes me and all my gal friends laugh. Why? Because it's pretty real to life. Parties get out of hand, people get drunk and contemplate the meaning of life, nervous flirting with guys, parents make decisions that make you feel lost. I honestly don't know how anyone can absolutely hate this movie. Judd Apatow does the same $hit but with an all male cast and it gets high ratings, but somehow this movie is considered trash? Hmmm....

Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are two of the funniest comedians working right now. Sisters feels like the vehicle they need to play out any absurd fantasy they wanted to with no shortage of laughs. In that regard, Sisters is fairly hit or miss. The chemistry between the two of them is electric, and there are a handful of good laughs scattered amidst the almost two-hour runtime. The problems stem from the writing itself. I have no doubt most of the comedic scenes in the movie are improvised, but the forced drama is what drags out the movie. It had no reason to push the two-hour mark. An hour-and-a-half of these shenanigans would have been perfect. By the time the party is over, it feels like the movie could've been wrapped up in the next five minutes, but it continues for another 20 or so minutes with no laughs whatsoever.

The party scene itself is great, though. The entire plot is based around this party that the sisters want to throw in their childhood home before their parents sell it. Once all the supporting cast shows up, including the ever-hilarious John Cena in another eccentric tough-guy role, it becomes a riot. The scene itself takes up about half the movie's runtime, thankfully. It's the stories surrounding it, like the forced drama between the parents and the whole arc of the sisters having to get their act together, that drags the film down. It's roughly half comedy and half drama, with the comedy elements hitting and the dramatic elements missing.

When compared to other female led comedies like Bridesmaids, Sisters doesn't really hold up. It's not as funny, it's far too long, and the dramatic beats don't work. But as its own vehicle for Fey and Poehler, Sisters shows a lot of promise, and hopefully they will have a better project together soon.

Amy Poehler and her co-star/producer Tina Fey are uber-talented performers -no one questions that. But one has to question their capacity for necessary self- criticism before handing in a "work of art", which cinema aspires to, although one wouldn't suspect it capable of same after watching "Sisters". This is frankly among the worst major studio A-level production films released since the close of the Silent Era.

Would that the twosome had remained silent. They elected, clearly as an integral element of the project, to go "Blue" - litter the screen with vulgarity and porno-film language (without the XXX visuals of course). One of my favorite comedians growing up was Woody Woodbury, a Florida comic big in the '50s and '60s who had several hit comedy LPs a la Newhart & Cosby. He would mark one side of an album "The Blue Side", and listening to both, it was clear he could be funny with or without extreme vulgarity of the Redd Foxx/Belle Barth school. This was before warning labels were invented.

Obviously Fey & Amy are funny without, but you'd never know it per "Sisters". The basic "high-concept" premise, of arrested-development characters aged 42 reverting to their high school memories and antics, not via a reunion but rather a blow-out party on the occasion of the sisters losing their ancestral home, is cornball and the plot developments it inspires, notably the silly romance of Amy with an easy-going handy man stud of a neighbor plus final reels "suspense" as Fey must shift gears and work toward preserving the sold house to get the inheritance- style bequest and start a new life, rather than continuing its childish destruction, are preposterously old-hat.

So we suffer through sketch antics of the duo and many tough-to-embarrass alumni and alumnae of SNL, doing slapstick and idiotic turns that are always infantile. A horrible Pauly Shore comedy film of the '90s is far superior to the kindergarten-level humor presented here, gussied up with soft-X language but still aimed at morons. Pretending the audience is even dumber than it is (I'm not pretending that today's moviegoers are sophisticated, given their predilection for fake 3-D, fake IMAX and anything the DC and Marvel conglomerates throw at them) strikes me as not merely insulting but clearly counter-productive to one's career.

Finally, the worst sin committed by "Sisters" and its progenitors is a more subtle issue that has bothered me of late. My favorite and the key independent filmmaker of all time was John Cassavetes, and audiences and some critics believed his films were improvised -that was the tag hung around his neck. In fact he work-shopped his movies, with lots of rehearsals involving improv, used to lock in the final script. Poehler & Fey have taken this one step further and drained the life out of the spontaneity that makes their stand-up careers so successful.

Even Jonathan Winters, perhaps the greatest improviser/stream of consciousness comic ever, had signposts and familiar long-developed ideas that would come out when he would pick up some prop and speak spontaneously, often with hilarious results. But watching "Sisters" every routine, especially the shaggy-dog crap of Poehler endlessly mispronouncing the Korean manicurist's name, is dead, having been over-thought and finally making the movie's final cut "as if" it were spontaneous. "Fake spontaneity" is far worse and even more boring than the canned, overly tight "filmed play" phenomenon at the other end of the spectrum, as evidenced here.

Sisters is the kind of comedy that banks heavily on the chemistry of its leads-thankfully, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler deliver. Their dynamic is the beating heart of the film, with Fey's wild antics bouncing off Poehler's more reserved, responsible persona in ways that are genuinely entertaining. The two are clearly having a blast, and that infectious energy does translate to some laugh-out-loud moments.

However, for all its charm, Sisters stumbles in several areas. The humor often veers into crude territory, relying on raunchy jokes and over-the-top scenarios that sometimes feel more juvenile than clever. While this kind of humor works for some, it may leave others rolling their eyes rather than laughing. Additionally, the movie feels unnecessarily long, stretching what could've been a tight, breezy comedy into a nearly two-hour marathon. There are stretches where the pacing drags, and you start to wonder if every scene needed to make the final cut.

The plot itself is thin, mostly serving as a backdrop for the duo's antics rather than providing any real substance or development. The film's reliance on party chaos as the central theme becomes repetitive, and after a while, the wild hijinks lose their luster. By the time the credits roll, you might find yourself wishing they had wrapped things up about twenty minutes earlier.

In the end, Sisters offers some fun moments, especially if you're a fan of Fey and Poehler, but it's weighed down by crude humor and an overlong runtime that makes it feel more exhausting than enjoyable.