Tina Fey and Amy Poehler reunite for Sisters, but does it live up to the hype?
As far as A-list friendships go, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler have one of the best.
Their turns hosting the Golden Globe Awards are legendary, with the pair's easy relationship meaning they could get away with some heart-stoppingly near-the-knuckle gags with just a nod and a wink.
So when news broke that they were teaming up for a big-screen outing, fans understandably went wild.
The pair portray siblings, unsurprisingly, in Sisters, which also features another Saturday Night Live star in the shape of Maya Rudolph.
As things kick off, it doesn't look good - neither for Fey and Poehler or the audience.
We are greeted by smiley Maura (Poehler), who's kind to the homeless, concerned about her parents and generally pretty dull.
Enter her equally stereotyped sister Kate (Fey), who is as much of a disaster as Maura is straight-laced.
Kate bounces from job to job, much to the embarrassment of her teenage daughter Haley (Madison Davenport), seemingly unconcerned that she's well into her 40s and still sleeping on her friends' sofas.
Things plod along for a bit, forcing the audience to get twitchy as they start to wonder when the actual laughs are coming.
But arrive they do, and it's all thanks to Maura and Kate's parents' decision to sell their family house.
This goes does like a lead balloon with the siblings, who hot foot it home to try to change their minds.
Sadly the deal is done, so what do the women decide to do? Throw one last rager and invite all their high school friends (who amazingly don't have plans at just 24 hours notice) of course.
Initially the bash is a bust, thanks to partygoers bringing their kids and worrying about ageing.
But after a rallying cry from Maura and Kate, things get down and very, very dirty. We're talking sex, drugs and blue paint in the swimming pool.
Like the majority of movies these days, Sisters is too long and this is one of its downfalls.
The great, and funniest, scenes are during the party, so it wasn't the best call to spend so much time building up to it.
It also suffers from a helping of predictability, a splash of cringe and more than a drizzle of obviousness, but Fey and Poehler manage to keep it afloat for the most part.
The best bits are when you can tell they are adlibbing; it's obvious how close they are because they know just how to press each others' buttons. And watch out for the dance moves too.
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