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Your Sister's Sister (Women 8/10; Men 3/10)

by Tony Medley

Runtime 90 minutes.

Not for children.

Man, this is chick flick city. I wanted to like it. I tried to like it. But the thing that kills most chick flicks is the annoying, slice of life dialogue. And that's what killed this flick for me. It was agonizing to watch poor Emily Blunt laugh uproariously at contrived, "everyday" conversation made with her sister.

This is really a stage play, sort of a ménage à trois-lite, by writer/director Lynn Shelton, consisting of talk, talk, talk among three characters, Iris (Emily Blunt), her lesbian sister Hannah (Rosemarie Dewitt), and Jack (Mark Duplass), the brother of Iris's former boyfriend. As with most chick flicks, Jack is a girlie man with no job, no conceivable way of supporting himself, and whose only raison d'être is as a foil for Iris and Hannah.

Even though the film only runs 90 minutes, it failed the watch test dismally, as it seemed as if I were looking at mine several times a minute. The only thing that saved the film for me was the scintillating cinematography by Ben Kasulke of the state of Washington locations. Some of his shots are like beautiful paintings.

Shelton seemed as if she was on the cusp between a serious movie about feelings and relationships, the bases for all chick flicks, and a screwball comedy and couldn't make up her mind. There was one scene, in particular, that I thought could have been uproariously funny. But the characters didn't play it as funny and it was difficult to tell whether Shelton was shooting it that way or not. Whatever, she missed a great opportunity for what might have been side splitting humor.

The most excited I was came at the 90 minute point. I had been told that the runtime was 97 minutes. So when the screen went black suddenly at the 90 minute point and the credits started to roll, I was thrilled. After I left, I asked three women what they thought. One, my guest, loved it, as did one of the other two. The other hated it. The guy sitting behind me slept through it, actually snoring, which might be an accurate reflection of how lots of guys who are dragged to it by their significant other might react.