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Sister (Women 8/10; Men 3/10)
by Tony Medley
Man, this is
chick flick city. I wanted to like it. I tried to like it. But the thing
that kills most chick flicks is the annoying, slice of life dialogue.
And that's what killed this flick for me. It was agonizing to watch poor
Emily Blunt laugh uproariously at contrived, "everyday" conversation
made with her sister.
This is really a
stage play, sort of a ménage à trois-lite, by writer/director Lynn
Shelton, consisting of talk, talk, talk among three characters, Iris
(Emily Blunt), her lesbian sister Hannah (Rosemarie Dewitt), and Jack
(Mark Duplass), the brother of Iris's former boyfriend. As with most
chick flicks, Jack is a girlie man with no job, no conceivable way of
supporting himself, and whose only raison d'être is as a foil for Iris
Even though the
film only runs 90 minutes, it failed the watch test dismally, as it
seemed as if I were looking at mine several times a minute. The only
thing that saved the film for me was the scintillating cinematography by
Ben Kasulke of the state of Washington locations. Some of his shots are
like beautiful paintings.
as if she was on the cusp between a serious movie about feelings and
relationships, the bases for all chick flicks, and a screwball comedy
and couldn't make up her mind. There was one scene, in particular, that
I thought could have been uproariously funny. But the characters didn't
play it as funny and it was difficult to tell whether Shelton was
shooting it that way or not. Whatever, she missed a great opportunity
for what might have been side splitting humor.
The most excited
I was came at the 90 minute point. I had been told that the runtime was
97 minutes. So when the screen went black suddenly at the 90 minute
point and the credits started to roll, I was thrilled. After I left, I
asked three women what they thought. One, my guest, loved it, as did one
of the other two. The other hated it. The guy sitting behind me slept
through it, actually snoring, which might be an accurate reflection of
how lots of guys who are dragged to it by their significant other might