SISTERS (2015) – The Review

This new comedy questions an old adage, since it ponders whether you truly cannot “go home again”. It further wonders if you can party “hearty” back at said home. Then you could put another spin on a saying by staggering and weaving down “the road not taken”. The protagonists of this film are not middle-aged “lost boys” usually played by the likes of Will Ferrell, Seth Rogen, and Adam Sandler. They flail about in flick after flick as stumbling, bumbling examples of the “man-child”, often with wives mortified at their antics. But what about flipping that comic trope? Can’t these farces feature a “women-child”, or two? Ladies regressing back to simpler times? Well, here’s two actresses that are more than ready for this challenge. Hard to believe that over seven years has passed since they were an on-screen team in BABY MAMA. But happily they’ve been deflating Hollywood egos as an impressive award-show tag team in the meantime. In their return to the multiplex, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are now very different, but very devoted SISTERS.

Maura Ellis (Poehler) is a divorced nurse in Atlanta whose attempts at helping folks (mistaking workers on the street as the homeless) ends in disaster and derision. But, she’s pretty responsible and mature which seems to be the opposite of sister Kate (Fey). She’s a beautician and single mother whose teenage daughter Haley (Madison Davenport) tends to go AWOL after being frustrated with Mom’s exploits. When Kate is booted out of another pal’s apartment (she’s truly homeless, crashing on couches until her hosts have had enough), she contacts Maura. But she’s still reeling after getting a bombshell phone call (Skype actually) from their folks (James Brolin and Dianne Wiest) down in Orlando Florida. They’re living in a retirement village condo after putting the family home on the market,so their daughters need to clean out their old bedrooms. When Maura and Kate converge at their old domicile they’re stunned to see a sold sign on the front lawn. After meeting the obnoxious, snooty new owners, the sisters decide that there’s only one thing to do. And no, they don’t just pack up their stuff and clear out. The Ellis girls decide that they must host the wildest party ever before bidding adieu to the ole’ homestead. And Maura decides to finally “sow her wild oats” with the hunky new neighbor across the street, James (Ike Barinholtz), so Kate agrees to be the “party mom”, staying sober to oversee everyone. So, what could go wrong, besides their old high school nemesis Brinda (Maya Rudolph) getting wind of her “non-invite”? What could happen, since they’re all adults? Right?

Here’s a different part for Ms. Fey. Kate is almost the “anti-Liz Lemon” (her role from the sitcom she created and headlined “30 Rock”), or perhaps the old TV “soap opera” cliché, the “evil” twin. In her tight-fitting animal prints, she’s a free-wheeling, wild spirit, an unrestrained id sporting high heels (a less disturbed version of the title character from the early 2015 film MOMMY). Fey is looser, more feisty, and energetic than we’ve ever seen her. She’s the electric charge that powers the plot. Ms. Poehler doesn’t veer too far away from Leslie Knope (her role on TV’s much-missed “Parks and Recreation”) in a character that’s very sweet and very awkward (her attempts at “sexy banter” are a scream). Mind you, she’s just as hysterical as Fey, but Poehler gives Maura a real vulnerability that helps propel her character’s romance. Most of all, she’s not merely the “straight” woman for Fey’s fireball. Poehler has a terrific “love match” with the gifted Barinholtz who’s playing a real “guy’s guy” and a nice change from his manic nurse on TV’s “The Mindy Project”. But he still cranks up the funny, particularly in an often painful stunt involving a ballerina. Brolin and Wiest (currently playing a couple on TV’s ” Life in Pieces”) score big laughs as the bewildered parents while providing a wake-up call to their offspring. Rudolph is an endearing rival and holds her own during the verbal, and eventual, physical smackdowns with Fey. Oh, and Fey gets to flirt with a very deadpan John Cena (so good recently in TRAINWRECK) as the mucho-muscled, stoic drug dealer Pazuzu (love when he lists his stock). The party-goers are filled with comedians, comic actors, and SNL vets (alumni and current) with Bobby Moynihan (“Drunk Uncle”) stealing scenes as a pathetic former class clown. Oh, and I should mention Greta Lee who shares one of the film’s funniest scenes with Poehler as she tries to teach Maura the proper way to say her Korean name Hae-Won. Stick around for the end credits to see Poehler fail to keep a straight face while contorting her mouth for the exact pronunciation.

As I mentioned earlier, this is the second screen pairing of these two talented women (both were in MEAN GIRLS, but had no scenes together), unfortunately a real rarity. Male comedy teams have been part of cinema for decades. Some are true partners (as Leonard Maltin points out in his superb book on the subject) as with Laurel and Hardy all the way to Cheech and Chong. While other male comedy stars work together frequently, from Bob Hope and Bing Crosby to Gene Wilder and Richard Pryor, to the current duos like Seth Rogen and Jamed Franco. There was an attempt by producer Hal Roach to establish a female 1930’s comedy team with Thelma Todd and Zasu Pitts (replaced by Patsy Kelly), but woman duos were a fixture of TV, from Lucy and Ethel to Laverne and Shirley, and recently those “Two Broke Girls”. Fey and Poehler have such an easy rapport and expert timing, so hopefully this comic collaboration will continue for several more features. It’s a shame that this entry is not on par with their impressive skill set. The script by former SNL scribe, and comic actress, Paula Pell is chocked full of great bits for the duo, but like many screen comedies it seems to lose its momentum at around the one hour mark, settling into an all too common, deadly “lull”. This may be the fault of PITCH PERFECT director Jason Moore, who needed to make the film a good 15 to 20 minutes shorter (as I’ve said in the past, comedies really shouldn’t be over 100 minutes unless the word “mad” is in the title four times). These are funny people, true, but not everything’s gold. The party montages, just as in the teen comedies, become tiresome and with adults, kinda’ desperate. And the drug stuff danger takes away from the humor (really, these aging swingers would be headed to the ER). Plus the massive property damage final act doesn’t have the desired payoff. If you’re fans of this Golden Globes super team, then the film is a must see. Let’s see if they kind find a better showcase in the near future, because the scenes when they’re together is the only time that SISTERS soars.

3.5 Out of 5