It seems that I only ever see movies these days at the behest of my friends. I should honestly be thankful for that, since otherwise I’d be hideously out of the loop (er… more out of the loop) of what sorts of trends in characters Hollywood was attempting to pull over on us. Of course, then I get saddled with an unsuitable urge to write a review on the movie du jour. Oh, woe and misery onto me.
Honestly, when I started up Pitch Perfect I really wasn’t expecting much of anything; despite being released in September of last year, it no doubt had that ‘summer movie’ vibe going for it. You know the one, too early to even try for any type of award so the plot and ending are able to be surmised from the trailer and all the characters are the clichés we’ve come to love/hate. The only reason people watch such a type of movie is to clear their head of any worries that had previously been rolling around in there and just veg out for an hour or two, which there’s nothing wrong with. In fact, that’s what I was doing and I have to say that my expectations were met: Pitch Perfect is nothing new, but there is one thing that sets it apart from most of the other summer movies I’ve seen.