|The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
||[Jul. 26th, 2005|06:48 pm]
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I'm of a mixed mind about The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. On the one hand, it's got the sorts of characters that older actresses would murder for, thoughtful, meaty dramatic/comedic roles that are few and far between in Hollywood films, with ensemble and solo scenes which ensure that everyone gets plenty of attention. But on the other hand, it's as manipulative as a puppeteer and as predictable as an ABC Afterschool Special. There's the Self-Centered Rebel who meets the Kid with Leukaemia. There's the Girl In Love With the Wrong Guy. There's the Daughter With a New Step-Family. And there's the Teen Whose Mom Died So She Hits On Her Teacher. And you know what's going to happen to them, what they're going to learn, what morals will be made.
They're bonded together by a pair of magical Levi's, which fits all of them and makes all four of their asses look amazing, despite the fact that they are all different shapes and sizes.
But don't get me wrong. It's still good. It's well written, and when the four plots intertwine, the chemistry between the four young women is pretty damn enchanting. There's some witty commentary on "lives of quiet desperation," Leonardo Nam makes a too-brief appearance as (surprise!) a video-game-addicted slacker, and Wal-
Mart...Manns is skewered as the new suburban tarpit.
It's worth it to watch America Ferrera, Amber Tamblyn and Alexis Bledel. But fair warning: people posessed of a Y chromosone probably won't get it, so plan this one as either a girls' night out or gold-plated bargaining chip to use in exchange for a really awful looking testosterone-fest.