pp3-teaser-onesheet-594da88174a10-1I’ve got to come clean with you. I loved Pitch Perfect. Hell, that’s not even the half of it. I loved Pitch Perfect 2. If I was trying to blow smoke, I’d say that it wasn’t as good as the original and that the story was a bit more contrived and stuffs and stuffs and stuff. But the truth of the matter is, I loved the sequel as much as I loved the original. They both make me smile, no matter how many times I see them. So with this in mind, use this knowledge as you read my thoughts on Pitch Perfect 3.

Guys. I loved this as much as the others.

Okay, I’ll admit the first five minutes or so were tough going. The jokes weren’t landing as well as they had in the past and I was genuinely worried about the direction we were going.

After that, though, it was just about everything you can reasonably expect with a Pitch Perfect movie.

We pick up the story with Beca (Anna Kendrick, the only actor who made Twilight watachable) leaving her job as a music producer, because being a music producer means having people blame your decisions on your menstrual cycle. She lives with Fat Amy (Rebel Wilson) and, look, whatever. This bit doesn’t matter, okay? Somehow we contrive to get to the point where the Bellas reunite for a series of USO shows in Europe. Seriously. The story doesn’t matter all that much. There’s a subplot here about staying friends with the important people in your life, and less a subplot about personal growth outside that circle of friends, but that’s all secondary. It’s all about good songs, sung acapella, with good choreography and shot beautifully. That’s what we want, right? Right.

And that’s exactly what we get. On top of that Rebel Wilson has never been more Rebel Wilson and is basically the comedic thrust of the movie. That’s also what we want. This is what she’s good at. Let’s let her be good at it. So when John Lithgow shows up as her evil dad … yep, that works for me. Look. Just do Pitch Perfect stuff and I’ll be happy.

And I was happy. As happy as I was to hear (Don’t You) Forget About Me in the original, that’s how happy I was to hear Britney Spears’ Toxic in this third installment. I had a smile on my face throughout. I laughed frequently, mostly when Fat Amy punched things.

Screenwriters Kay Cannon and Mike White do exactly what is expected of them. They deliver a script that’s quirky and sassy and meta and is a fitting finale to an unexpected triumph.