Pitch Perfect 3 movie review: 'The frothy charms of the first two films have been equalled and possibly even bettered'
Camp musical comedies combining the wholesome all-Americanness of Glee and the sensibilities of a Three Stooges short, Pitch Perfect 1 & 2 proved surprisingly irresistible confections.
In them, Anna Kendrick played Beca Mitchell, an aspiring singer and musician who made lifelong friends when she joined college a cappella group The Bellas. In Pitch Perfect, they became national champions, in Pitch Perfect 2 they won the World Championships, but now they've all left college, and reality is setting in.
Beca is producing bad rap records for a living and sharing a pokey flat with Fat Amy (Rebel Wilson), and the other Bellas aren't doing too much better. So when they hear about a high-profile US military entertainment tour, they reform on the spot and go for it.
The plots of the Pitch Perfect films are never complex, and this one seems especially rudimentary. But it doesn't matter because the frothy charms of the first two films have been equalled and possibly even bettered by Pitch Perfect 3. The massed voices of the Bellas are irresistible, and Anna Kendrick is a hugely talented performer - a very fine actress with a beautiful singing voice who in an earlier era would have been a huge star.
I'm not sure early 21st century Hollywood knows what to do with her, but she's great here, as are Brittany Snow, Anna Camp and all the other Bellas, and Elizabeth Banks and John Michael Higgins return as the supercilious television commentators who form a kind of carping Greek chorus on the sidelines.