The movie “Sisters” was a drawn out a waste of talent.
It saddens me to say that two of my favorite female comedians Tina Fey and Amy Poehler costar in this frantic, drawn out, unnecessarily raunchy catastrophe.
I feel like the script, written by ex-Saturday Night Live writer Paula Pell, was not very good in the first place and the directing, by Jason Moore, did not help.
It seemed as if Fey and Poehler were trying to infuse the flat script with their fabulous comic timing, but they failed because the material was too generic and raunchy.
Playing against type, Fey is Kate Ellis, the irresponsible, hot-headed, party girl elder sister, which was difficult for me to watch because Liz Lemon, the wittily sarcastic and sophisticated character played by Fey in 30 Rock, stole my heart from the pilot.
Poehler, on the other hand, is Maura Ellis, the kid sister who is similar to the overly nice, type-A, Parks and Recreation persona Leslie Knope.
Think of it this way, the two basically flipped roles compared to their characters in “Baby Mama.”
Together, the two siblings travel to Orlando to clear out their childhood room when they discover their parents (James Brolin and Dianne Wiest) have sold the family home to move into a senior community where the couple has less space and more sex.
While cleaning their shared room, the now nostalgic sisters decide to throw one last party because Maura has never before experienced adolescent activities that Kate proclaimed to be “a rite of passage” (for example having sex in one’s childhood bed).
Before the party begins, Kate agrees to be the “party mom.” In other words, she has to be sober to take care of the drunken and/or high guests and try to keep order.
This agreement was sad because I wanted to see Fey really embrace this unusual role as a reckless mess instead of the responsible yet hilarious person I’ve come to know and love.
Of course, the party takes up most of the film’s running time, and that is one of my biggest issues with it.
The overlong montages of dancing and trashing the place as well as the montage of Fey taking a selfie with a graffiti dick were so boring, I wanted to get up and walk out of the theater.
Furthermore, the movie was too cliché. Maura, the responsible one, lets loose and Kate, the wild one, learns to plant some roots. Sigh.
Also, because this trainwreck has that “I’ve got a barn, let’s put on a show” feel, it’s no surprise that Fey and Poehler load the film with cameos from several of their SNL pals including Maya Rudolph, Rachel Dratch, Kate McKinnon, John Leguizamo, Dan Byrd, Brian d’Arcy James, Jon Glaser, Chris Parnell.
However, the large amount of talent did not save the combination of terrible writing and directing.
I hope Fey and Poehler combined their extraordinary abilities again to redeem themselves because this was the worst so-called comedy I have seen in quite some time.
Molly Dotson can be reached at 581-2812 or [email protected]