Amy Poehler and her co-star/producer Tina Fey are uber-talented performers -no one questions that. But one has to question their capacity for necessary self- criticism before handing in a "work of art", which cinema aspires to, although one wouldn't suspect it capable of same after watching "Sisters". This is frankly among the worst major studio A-level production films released since the close of the Silent Era.
Would that the twosome had remained silent. They elected, clearly as an integral element of the project, to go "Blue" - litter the screen with vulgarity and porno-film language (without the XXX visuals of course). One of my favorite comedians growing up was Woody Woodbury, a Florida comic big in the '50s and '60s who had several hit comedy LPs a la Newhart & Cosby. He would mark one side of an album "The Blue Side", and listening to both, it was clear he could be funny with or without extreme vulgarity of the Redd Foxx/Belle Barth school. This was before warning labels were invented.
Obviously Fey & Amy are funny without, but you'd never know it per "Sisters". The basic "high-concept" premise, of arrested-development characters aged 42 reverting to their high school memories and antics, not via a reunion but rather a blow-out party on the occasion of the sisters losing their ancestral home, is cornball and the plot developments it inspires, notably the silly romance of Amy with an easy-going handy man stud of a neighbor plus final reels "suspense" as Fey must shift gears and work toward preserving the sold house to get the inheritance- style bequest and start a new life, rather than continuing its childish destruction, are preposterously old-hat.
So we suffer through sketch antics of the duo and many tough-to-embarrass alumni and alumnae of SNL, doing slapstick and idiotic turns that are always infantile. A horrible Pauly Shore comedy film of the '90s is far superior to the kindergarten-level humor presented here, gussied up with soft-X language but still aimed at morons. Pretending the audience is even dumber than it is (I'm not pretending that today's moviegoers are sophisticated, given their predilection for fake 3-D, fake IMAX and anything the DC and Marvel conglomerates throw at them) strikes me as not merely insulting but clearly counter-productive to one's career.
Finally, the worst sin committed by "Sisters" and its progenitors is a more subtle issue that has bothered me of late. My favorite and the key independent filmmaker of all time was John Cassavetes, and audiences and some critics believed his films were improvised -that was the tag hung around his neck. In fact he work-shopped his movies, with lots of rehearsals involving improv, used to lock in the final script. Poehler & Fey have taken this one step further and drained the life out of the spontaneity that makes their stand-up careers so successful.
Even Jonathan Winters, perhaps the greatest improviser/stream of consciousness comic ever, had signposts and familiar long-developed ideas that would come out when he would pick up some prop and speak spontaneously, often with hilarious results. But watching "Sisters" every routine, especially the shaggy-dog crap of Poehler endlessly mispronouncing the Korean manicurist's name, is dead, having been over-thought and finally making the movie's final cut "as if" it were spontaneous. "Fake spontaneity" is far worse and even more boring than the canned, overly tight "filmed play" phenomenon at the other end of the spectrum, as evidenced here.
