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A rehashed SNL skit that just doesn’t know how to end.

Sisters is the tale of love and pure debauchery as Tina Fey and Amy Poehler reunite once again to cause more havoc and laughable situations. This time around they’ll battle the tale of two opposing lifestyles, what happens when you become stuck in life and how one night of reliving their childhood could change their lives for the better…or drug-fueled worst.

Not wanting the audience to sit through the same characters from their previous films, they switch roles; Fey takes the lead as a sloppy train wreck of a mess as Kate Ellis while Poehler plays her duller half, Maura. Despite being an adult, Kate has never let go of her childlike care-free-no-responsibilities lifestyle as she is often scorned by her own daughter as being an embarrassment, avoided by her parents and a burden to her younger more responsible yet equally miserable sister.

Now in their forties, they’re facing the consequences of their lifestyles. Kate is unable to hold a job while Maura is chugging through life alone and carrying the effects of a failed marriage. However, the only thing they know how to successfully do is enjoy each other’s company.

If dealing with the downfalls of life aren’t enough, the pair have just discovered their parents (played by James Brolin and Dianne Wiest) have decided to put the family home up for sale so they can move into a condo with less space where they can partake in more sex. However, their happy retirement plans hit a snag when their daughters protest to the sale of the house. To them they’re not only losing childhood memories, but it’s the only place where they’ve ever been truly happy.

Despite their failed attempts at trying to the thwart their parents’ plans to sell the home, they decide to throw one last bash hoping to relive their childhood by having one “hot mess” of a night with the various high school friends they invite via Facebook, including the snobbish “mean girl” played by Maya Rudolph who decides to crash the party, one too many times.

Sisters is an uneven mix of overacting comedy, a romance, somber moments and a new aged Project X for those too old to be poppin’ bottles (and pills) in the club. Despite its inability to find a genre or pace, it manages to be enjoyable in very small fleeting moments, only if you completely turn off your brain. Sisters take some time getting warmed up, but even with this time, the real fun never really seeps in.

Sisters doesn’t try to reinvent the comedy wheel, everyone plays their stereotypical parts without much fuss. As the music increases and the drugs start flowing, the stereotypes become more enhanced. The always mannerable mom (Samantha Bee) becomes a  sex-crazed topless woman, the residential “Fat Guy” (Bobby Moynihan) gets high and performs over-the-top stunts in scenes and monologues that go on for far too long. Rachel Dratch plays the sad weird drunk who is just uncomfortable to watch, while Maya Rudolph throws temper tantrums for no explainable reason. Then there’s WWE’s Superstar John Cena, who is terribly underused as the silent drug dealer who sits in the corner staring suspiciously as the plot drags to a slow conclusion.

Sisters tries too hard to be something it’s not (a thoughtful comedy) and, as a result, it never fully reaches its potential due to paint-by-numbers writing, unoriginal Hollywood stereotypes and too many characters added in hopes of satisfying the SNL crowd or most of them trying to make us believe they still have a career after they left the show.

While Poehler and Fey continue to have undeniable chemistry, Sisters is a movie where nothing major really happens, but predictable awkward attempts of fun and a ballerina music box placed in areas no ballerina should ever go. The jokes are stretched to the thinnest depths of desperation (how many times does Moynihan need to lose his pants?) while characters who have the most fun onscreen are barely seen.

The main problem with Sisters is that Fey did not write the screenplay, Paula Pell did and it resulted it in a way too safe role starring the enigmatic Fey. Everything is out of place, the jokes lack punch and, despite the almost two-hour run time, there’s no growth, change or forgiveness from neither character, even though the film presents deep issues between them and as a result, the “sympathetic” moments feel forced and rushed. Storylines between mother and daughter are wasted while the reason behind Maura’s divorce is never explored despite the fact it had a deep effect on her. However, she’s thrust into an awkward dating storyline with James (Ike Barinholtz) that makes no sense with weirdly timed pacing where neither actor appears to want to be in the scene with each other.

Sisters is a movie you take at face value, an SNL skit (which should come as no surprise since Pell is a former SNL  writer) that works best for fifteen minutes with the remaining 103 minutes as disappointing background noise that will soon fall along the forgettable movies of 2015 wayside.

 

Directed By: Jason Moore

Produced By: Tina Fey, Jay Roach

Written By: Paula Pell

Starring: Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Ike Barinholtz, John Cena, Maya Rudolph, James Brolin, Dianne Wiest

Distributed By: Universal Pictures
Release Date: December 18, 2015
Run Time: 118
Rating: R

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