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Any movie with the sublime Emily Blunt is a good movie sez JBNBlog & so Your Sister’s Sister is a treat by definition. It continues at the Hyland Cinema, home of the hits. Director Lynn Shelton’s Humpday did not light up when borrowed from the LPL but now that JBNBlog finally gets the title joke (film is approximately about efforts to make a gay porn epic), maybe it’s time to get out the library card again . . . Shelton’s method, twisted Chekhov for our time & many smallbig moments, is a hit with the threesome in Your Sister’s Sister . . . among the intelligent insights is the measure of a person through movies affecting their lives. A friend foolishly eulogizes the film’s ghost — the Duplass character’s brother — as a man deeply touched by Hotel Rwanda and so determined to do good in the world.
Not so counters a surly Duplass. My brother was much more deeply affected by Revenge of the Nerds — which he, a bully, saw as proof his bullying ways would not work when he confronted clever nerds & so he would try being a nicer person instead. This is an admirable enough misreading of Nerds – where the bullies do pretty well for most the action & would logically continue to dominate in a real world — to be convincing as a character insight.
So that’s a cleverness. Watching half-sisters Blunt and Dewitt spar with cruel ploys about bad dates (any hairs but these) and butter in the taters to torture the vegan is great stuff & even if a bicycle must be mistreated to advance the plot, so be it.
Not that this fan is complaining but Sister is the second Hyland flick in a row (Salmon Fishing in the Yemen is the other) with Blunt where she falls for a definitely off-beat, sweet, good-cooking guy . . . . either there is hope for all of us, brothers, or she will have to make a film with Sarah Polley. Who didn’t hold back & has Michelle Williams switch off her sweet fella for the neighbourhood rickshaw-pulling hunk.
So. Get down to the Hyland. Enjoy. The parking lot has been fixed & the construction baffles around the building are gone.



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