Pitch Perfect could have been absolutely terrible. The music could have been overly campy, the dialogue reminiscent of a Twilight sequel, and the love conflict as unusual as...well....Twilight. But it wasn't. Actually, and I say this without a hint of sarcasm, the film was pretty damn good.
Let it be known that I am admittedly biased on the subject, given that I was a member of University of Texas' show choir. Regardless, Jason Moore has crafted a hilariously smart and fun adventure about a group of girls who are socially awkward but have a tendency to hit all the right notes as they battle out other acappella groups for a chance to compete at nationals.
While Anna Kendrick is tabbed as the film's leading lady (and deservingly so), the film truly belongs to Rebel Wilson as she ingeniously works her way through the story as Fat Amy (yes, she calls herself that so the twig bitches can't do it behind her back). Her impeccable comedic timing allows her to steal nearly every scene she is in, ultimately bringing down the house with her horizontal running, mermaid dancing, and crystal meth tease.
Though Wilson demands your every attention, the film works because each of the female choir members brings a truly unique and unusually peculiar character to life. The fact that they come together to form such amazing arrangements of some of today's biggest hits is a bit mind boggling, even if Kendrick's Beca does begin to show signs of an obsession with David Guetta's "Titanium".
In the end, the film is remarkably funny. And with the driving force of Kendrick, Wilson, and Brittany Snow, it really is a tour de force for the younger crowd. Think Stomp the Yard, just not quite as much stomping and a little more singing...with their mouths.
