Watching Amy Poehler and Tina Fey make sharp-edged jokes at awards shows is one of my favorite hobbies, so I was pretty bullish on Sisters, the latest movie starring and produced by my two pretend best friends. That's an effusive way of saying I would have enjoyed Sisters even if it was awful, so I'm happy to report that it isn't!

In Sisters, Poehler and Fey play against type: Fey's the irresponsible manicurist to Poehler's type-A nurse. They've traveled different paths in life, but when they host one final party slash awkward high school reunion in their parents' just-sold house, they find they aren't really so different after all. Spoiler alert: That house gets wrecked. Type A Lady finds the courage she needs (in a joint) to make bad choices. Loose Cannon learns that being responsible SUCKS. And if you're wondering, why yes, that IS basically the plot of Sam Shepard's classic True West. Except I liked Sisters better, because it's funny.

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Sisters also boasts a metric ton of likable weirdos: Rachel Dratch is a washed-up classmate who is basically SNL's Debbie Downer! Maya Rudolph sneers drily as a coldhearted grown-up mean girl! James Brolin and Dianne Wiest are Mother and Father Fey-Poehler! John Leguizamo is That Guy Who Dispenses Awkward Unsolicited Hugs at Your High School Reunion!

At the screening I attended, a man beside me, horrified, kept shouting, "Oh my GOD!" whenever Poehler or Fey said anything remotely crude. If that's not a resounding endorsement, I don't know what is. recommended