Sisterhood sequel boasts same sporty cast but little emotional depth.
I forget which stand-up comic once said that he would never see a movie that had "traveling pants" in the title. Whoever it was, I feel his pain. Having recently sat through "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2," I am here to say that it doesn't measure up to "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants." Which is sort of like saying "Rocky V" wasn't as good as "Rocky IV." Sort of.
Based, as was the first film, on the "Sisterhood" novels of Ann Brashares – no, I have not read them – "Pants 2" boasts the same sporty cast from three years ago. It's nice to see that sisterhood works in real life, too – no contract hold-outs. Maybe the specter of "Sex and the City" acted as a goad. Why should that movie be the only one to mine the chick-flick motherlode?
In case you're not up on "Pants" lore, here's a mini-tutorial. In the first film, the four fast friends from childhood found a pair of dungarees that magically fit all of them despite their varying shapes and sizes and diets and binges. As a way of staying in touch, the girls FedExed the pants back and forth.