The first two Pitch Perfect films were great fun. In fact, I bestowed four stars on the last one, in May 2015, and wrote that it was ‘pitched perfectly at any audience craving a couple of hours of unremitting, occasionally risqué fun’.
They should have left it there. Pitch Perfect 3, like so many movies with the dreaded 3 after the title, is a misfire.
Like Christmas leftovers on the third or fourth day, the energy of the first two films feels as if it’s been microwaved, warmed up hurriedly and a bit half-heartedly in vain search of former glories.