A Tale of Two Sequels

The summer of 2015 saw the release of two sequels to films not many people expected to be huge hits, and which couldn't possibly be more different from each other: the a capella comedy Pitch Perfect and the Steven Soderbergh-directed Channing Tatum male stripper flick Magic Mike. It's strange that there was a time when people were worried about these films being successful, especially since both had low budgets and positive word of mouth to go along with the fact that they were both actually great movies, in their own way.

Pitch Perfect is a perfect specimen of an 00s teen comedy - endlessly quotable with a cast of breakout characters/actors, and memorable scene after memorable scene after memorable scene. Plus, a performance element that allows for a pretty stellar soundtrack (and surprise Billboard hit!). Magic Mike, meanwhile, succeeds largely because when you say "Channing Tatum stripper movie", even with the appended "directed by Steven Soderbergh", you would never in a million years think of anything that resembles what the movie actually is: Smart, sophisticated, and relatively low-key, with revelatory performances from Tatum and Matthew McConnaughey.

So I guess it makes perfect sense that their sequels are, respectively, a pale photocopy of the original and a complete and total surprise in how it flips the script on the original.

Does anyone know what film set the template that Pitch Perfect 2 follows? You know, the plot in which our heroes get thrust onto an international stage where they get too big for their britches and are beat down by hardcore European perfection before rallying using good old-fashioned American pluck and ingenuity. It's a well-worn sequel plot by now, and this isn't a particularly good version of it: Due to the arcane a capella competition rules, the Barden Bellas are stripped of their championship promotional tour after a Fat Amy-led wardrobe malfunction happened on a national stage in front of the President and First Lady Barack and Michelle Obama. The tour is filled by the reigning World Champions, a German group named Das Sound Machine. But the Bellas are still able to perform at the World Championships, and if they win, they aren't disgraced former champions anymore. Or something.

Elizabeth Banks directs Pitch Perfect 2 after having produced the first one, and Kay Cannon is back on scripting duties - if you can even call it that. This sequel is slavishly devoted to the original, right down to the placement of plot/character beats and specific jokes. And when brazenly calling for comparison in that way, it comes up severely lacking. BUT, individual moments do land - Rebel Wilson and Hana Mae Lee are still hilarious, the riff-off is still absurdly clever fun, and a mid-film group sing-along to "When I'm Gone" (in the place of the first film's "Party in the USA") is very affecting. But the original Pitch Perfect was a film that was so much fun it practically demanded several viewings. While it's clear that everyone involved in making Pitch Perfect 2 had lots of fun doing so, I can't say that I had much of any fun watching it. Still, the Bellas sound amazing singing Jessie J's "Flashlight", so I guess it was all worth it?

Magic Mike XXL, on the other hand, is a shockingly great sequel in that it makes me want not only another sequel, but a prequel as well. Most of the "Cock-Rockin' Kings of Tampa" were mere sketches in the original Magic Mike, but here they all come into view in ways both small and large that make me want to know more. And that's before we get to the HOT AS FUCK dancing. And Jada Pinkett-Smith as the world's greatest hype (wo)man. And Andie McDowell's one scene wonder. And Matt Bomer singing D'Angelo's "Untitled (How Does It Feel)" (SWOON).

Magically, XXL feels totally of a piece with the original film despite being completely different in tone and overall feel. Nothing here is as brilliant as the sequence in Magic Mike where Cody Horn's Brooke first watches Mike in his element, but well, not many films do. And the sequel more than makes up for it in sheer entertainment value. I certainly laughed much more during this than I ever did in the original. That said, though, when it comes to the sex, Magic Mike XXL was perhaps a misleading title. The film is certainly bigger, but whereas the first film proudly put all the goods out on display, in this one there is a marked decrease in the amount of bare ass. There's much more of a focus on strippers as "male entertainers" that empower women in some way, which feels a bit inauthentic, at least to these characters as we knew them in the first film. But then, the growth of these characters is a big part of the film, and they have always been slightly (self-)delusional about their position within their profession. So why am I complaining? Well, because Magic Mike XXL is good enough where I have to nitpick in order to come up with any criticism.

Thursday Movie Picks - Sequels

Written for the blogathon hosted by Wandering Through the Shelves. If you don't already know how to play along, just pick three movies that fit the week's theme and tell us about them. It's so easy!

Sequels, huh? It's tough to make a good sequel. It tougher to make a sequel that's a good film in it's own right. It's EVEN TOUGHER to make a sequel that's a BETTER film than the original. But here are three that did so.

Before Sunset (Richard Linklater, 2004) Not just older and wiser than Before Sunrise, but more elegant. The themes are richer, the dialogue deeper, and the performances more layered. The sequel no one knew they wanted turned out to be one you wouldn't want to live without. And this scene. THIS SCENE. And the ending. That PERFECT fucking ending.

X2: X-Men United (Bryan Singer, 2002) X-Men was fine, but nothing more. X2 pulls the neat trick of expanding the cast of characters (which alone would have made it exciting, especially to X-Fans like me) and tightening up the script at the same time. It's a marvel of comic book/action cinema, and far more resonant - and clever - about its themes than any other X-Film before or since. Also: perfectly cast.

A Shot in the Dark (Blake Edwards, 1964) Only one of the funniest films ever made, and even more amazingly, it's based on a play completely unrelated to The Pink Panther and Peter Sellers's immortal Inspector Clouseau. Sellers is at the absolute top of his game here, and Edwards stages everything to perfection.

BONUS PICK: The Most Underrated Sequel Ever

The Matrix Reloaded (The Wachowskis, 2003) Yes it's not perfect, it's not great, but it's far, FAR better than most people give it credit for, easily one of the best action films of the new millennium. The fight scenes are inventive, and the car chase is one of the greatest ever filmed. Reloaded's biggest sin is focusing on these things at the expense of some fascinating new characters (the twins, Persephone), and a tendency for evil villain monologuing. But those monologues are much more interesting than your average, and delivered by actors who know what they're doing.