For all of its flaws, the first Sisterhood of the
Traveling Pants adventure was a promising one. Yes, the
movie overstayed its welcome with a two-hour running-length and
it wasn’t very original, relying far too much on
emotional-manipulation typical of gushy ‘tween-targeted
romantic-comedies. Nonetheless, The Sisterhood of the
Traveling Pants offered four involving performances from an
impressive cast of young women: a sweet and sympathetic Alexis
Bledel, a confident America Ferrera, an attractive Blake Lively,
and a deviously funny Amber Tamblyn. Even if I wasn’t able to
wholeheartedly recommend the film back in my 2005 review, I
admittedly found myself awaiting the announced sequel because of
the strong potential initially demonstrated by the actresses
involved.
Unfortunately, The Sisterhood of
the Traveling Pants 2 amplifies all of the shortcomings of
its predecessor rather than correcting them. This time around,
the stories inhabited by its four main characters—Lena (Bledel),
Carmen (Ferrera), Bridget (Lively), and Tibby (Tamblyn)—are even
more uninteresting, conventional, and self-proclaimedly
empowering than those in the first film. Both pictures were
based off of Sisterhood series source-novels, a fact
which leads me to wonder why they were made in the first place.
The mediocre movies largely excel based on their performances;
given how dry source-author Ann Brashares’ narrative feels on
celluloid, it seems unfathomable it would be at all bearable
(let alone likable) on paper. I decided to give Brashares the
benefit of the doubt as I watched Sisterhood of the Traveling
Pants 2, pontificating that perhaps the movie was adapted
from a short novel that lost its magic being stretched to
feature-length. That thought proved entirely invalid; I’ve
discovered that the book is actually 417 pages in paperback,
leaving much more time for clichéd storytelling than the movie’s
(far too lengthy) 117-minutes do. Needless to say, I won’t be
diving into any Brashares literature anytime soon.
It’s difficult to even try to make
the case that it’s nice to see familiar Sisterhood faces
despite the second installment’s lacking qualities. Yes, I enjoy
these actresses’ characterizations, but as I watched I felt bad
that they were left to waste away in such a poorly-written,
haphazardly-constructed project more often than I felt happy to
be in their company. Whereas the first Sisterhood of the
Traveling Pants lost some substance as its characters worked
to find their places in the greater story-arc, the second film
pins them in stock situations and provides them with often
out-of-personality responses to said situations. Even if the
actresses manage to win you over, you’ll be left somewhat
unsettled by the inauthentic things their characters do.
In this sequel, the sisterhood has
finished its first year of college, only to see its members part
once again for all of the projects that they’re tackling over
summer vacation. These don’t resemble anything that normal
nineteen-year-old girls might actually do and, because they
never take on appropriately surreal tones, they suffer in their
removed nature. Lena isn’t vacationing in Greece once again,
likely because her relationship with Kostos (Michael Rady) has
ended and he has married another girl. Instead, she heads off to
figure-drawing school, where she meets Leo (Jesse Williams), a
nude-model/artist who she forms a relationship with. Things soon
fall apart and Lena’s mind wanders back to Kostos, however,
because Leo “can’t be with just one person.” The movie stops
short of implying that Leo is a swinger, but it almost gets
there. Believe it.
Meanwhile, Carmen is up to matters
far more typical of this type of movie. She has been lured out
to rural theatre-camp by drama-queen Yale classmate Julia
(Rachel Nichols), mainly with the intent of escaping the
pressures of her family moving and her mother having a baby.
Carmen first only intends to be working backstage on technical
equipment, but she is soon captivated by Ian (Tom Wisdom), a
hunky, long-haired, British leading-man who Julia desperately
wishes to share the stage with. Ian convinces Carmen to audition
for the lead-role in the camp’s annual play and her natural
talent lands it, much to the chagrin of Rachel, who sets revenge
in her sights as she rehearses for a much smaller one-line part.
Catty drama ensues.
The two story-threads that feel the
freshest in the movie also seem the most artificial, perhaps
because their clichés are less familiar (and therefore harder to
forgive) than those of the others. They belong to Tibby and
Bridget. The former spends most of the movie worrying about
being pregnant; her longtime boyfriend’s condom breaks when they
finally get down to having sex. On top of the writing’s syrupy
melodrama that totally undermines Tamblyn’s blessed comic
timing, there’s a central idea ignored by the screenwriters: Has
Tibby never heard of the morning-after pill? Sure, perhaps she’s
morally opposed to using such a product—this is doubtful,
however, given that she’s a progressive NYU film student—but
you’d think it would arise in natural conversation as she mopes
over her potential pregnancy. Situations like these make The
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 feel near-paralyzed in
its search (or lack thereof) for emotional honesty.
Bridget’s scenes give way to the
additional argument that the movie lowers its standards to
appeal exclusively to the schmaltz-loving female demographic.
Lively has a beautiful, charming, electrifying screen-presence—helmer
Sanaa Hamri has even directed it before in episodes of TV’s
“Gossip Girl”—but she is exploited here. Bridget is dumbed down
to airhead-status from the moment she leaves early on in the
film for “archaeology camp” in Turkey in a subconscious quest to
find herself on an emotional level. When she returns to the
United States and heads to find her long-lost, carburetor-fixin’,
Southern grandma Greta (an especially ridiculous Blythe Danner)
to foster some closure in relation to her mother’s suicide,
things only get worse. Talk about trivializing one of the film’s
most potentially-complex characters.
The movie of course ends in a
grandiose, giggly expedition relating to the central pair of
“traveling pants” (they are lost at the end of the second act)
that perfectly mirrors its vapid whole. As much as it pains me
to say this given how much I value its four main talents—only
one of which has received proper exposure in recent years, if
only because of a certain young professional named Betty—The
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 represents something of
a disaster. Have I given up on these characters? Not at all.
Have I given up on the stories they are subjected to embody?
Maybe. I certainly won’t be as enthusiastic for a potential
third installment in the series as I was for this one; that much
I know for sure.
-Danny Baldwin, Bucket Reviews
Review Published on: 8.4.2008
Screened on: 7.30.2008 at the Edwards Mira Mesa 18 in
Mira Mesa, CA.