Might as well just say it. I was in glee club.
I know, I come off so incredibly badass it's shocking, but it's unfortunately true, too. See, when I was in middle school, it was required of all the seventh and eighth graders to participate. I don't know if I could sing or not, but I do know they divided the room by gender and made me and one other dork sit on the girls' side. As lame as the whole endeavor was, I do recall we could rock the shit out of a Christmas carol or two. And growing up in Hawai'i, nothing says Christmas like a bunch of haole (read: white) kids singing Mele Kalikimaka on a winter night where the temperature dips just below seventy two.
In episode 2 of Making My Wife Happy, I decided to fire up last year's Pitch Perfect. I won't bullshit you at all, I wanted to see it too, but only because I can find nothing wrong with staring at Anna Kendrick for 100 minutes. Also, maybe something in my checkered past makes me a fan of a bunch of hot chicks singing pop songs. Whatever. If my wife and I can spend some time together watching something that doesn't make the other secretly wonder how much a divorce really costs? then it's pretty much a victory all around.
If you don't know how the story of a ragtag group of misfits against the world ends, then let me be the first to congratulate you on actually being able to turn on a phone or computer. The plot is incredibly predictable, if not altogether inconsequential. But you don't Redbox a movie starring Fat Amy hoping to see a masterpiece. You Redbox something like this, because at a dollar fifty, it's a pretty safe bet you'll get your money's worth. And did I mention it has Anna Kendrick?
When I first saw the preview, I was thinking it was a total Glee ripoff, and despite a thinly-veiled attempt to literally tell you otherwise, it basically is. Attractive adults (playing attractive kids), singing medley's of songs (you may or not be able to tolerate) competitively is about the extent of it. Add incredibly self-aware dialogue and a vibe that says we're not taking this shit seriously, neither should you and sure enough, you havean average episode of Glee Pitch Perfect. I'd say use your love of the television show as your personal barometer, but I'm not sure anybody still watches it. Well, outside of my ladyfriend, anyway.
I know, I come off so incredibly badass it's shocking, but it's unfortunately true, too. See, when I was in middle school, it was required of all the seventh and eighth graders to participate. I don't know if I could sing or not, but I do know they divided the room by gender and made me and one other dork sit on the girls' side. As lame as the whole endeavor was, I do recall we could rock the shit out of a Christmas carol or two. And growing up in Hawai'i, nothing says Christmas like a bunch of haole (read: white) kids singing Mele Kalikimaka on a winter night where the temperature dips just below seventy two.
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| Fourth from the left. What a wonderful set of personalities on her. |
If you don't know how the story of a ragtag group of misfits against the world ends, then let me be the first to congratulate you on actually being able to turn on a phone or computer. The plot is incredibly predictable, if not altogether inconsequential. But you don't Redbox a movie starring Fat Amy hoping to see a masterpiece. You Redbox something like this, because at a dollar fifty, it's a pretty safe bet you'll get your money's worth. And did I mention it has Anna Kendrick?
When I first saw the preview, I was thinking it was a total Glee ripoff, and despite a thinly-veiled attempt to literally tell you otherwise, it basically is. Attractive adults (playing attractive kids), singing medley's of songs (you may or not be able to tolerate) competitively is about the extent of it. Add incredibly self-aware dialogue and a vibe that says we're not taking this shit seriously, neither should you and sure enough, you have
