I love Tina Fey. I love Amy Poehler. I will watch them in most things, especially if there's the promise of them riffing off one another or collaborating on a gag. So, I've watched a little too many of the press appearances leading up to the release of Sisters, maybe, and I have to say: I think some of those late night interviews and viral marketing strategies may have been a little slicker than the actual movie. While I certainly laughed during the film, Sisters stands as a reminder that for everything these two women do well: television, screenwriting, essay writing, awards show hosting, etc, deciding which movies to actually star in is neither's strong suit. I say this though it's often easy to see the appeal of their films and Sisters is no exception. The film is fun, light, and looks like it was a blast to make. The decision to cast Fey and Poehler as siblings, too, can be counted as one as inspired as it was inevitable. They have that sort of familial chemistry, a visible bond that surpasses the fact that they look alike only when gazing upon someone with total disinterest.
Fey plays Kate Ellis, a struggling single mother with a temper and a hard partying past. Poehler is her sister, Maura, an overly responsible try-hard nursing the wounds of a recent divorce with positive affirmations. As their parents prepare to sell off their home, the two return to clear out their childhood possessions and throw one last party. The idea? Piss off the stuffy new owners and give Maura a chance to cut loose, throwdown, and bag the new neighbor (Ike Barinholtz). The premise is irresistible with these two ladies at the center, yet as the film gets going it becomes all the more clear that its path is one too simple and direct. This is a party movie willing to settle for easy party jokes. It's basically every high school disaster comedy or frat house bacchanal, but with, you know, some slightly older folks and a big motivational speech about overcoming the tedium of responsible adulthood.