Scott Marks 11:30 a.m., Sept. 28
The problem: geek culture has ascended to the point where it's difficult to portray, say, college guys who do a capella renditions of pop songs as lovable losers who have to triumph over their own peculiarity to win the respect of their peers. Even if they're not the Big Men on Campus, who cares? They're the kings of their ecosystem, and after the death of mainstream pop culture, that's the best anyone can hope for. The solution: focus on college girls who sing a capella renditions of pop songs, but find themselves hampered by their inability to hit the bass notes that get a capella people excited. Then bring on the issues — body image, lesbianism, terminal shyness, domineering daddies, a tendency to vomit under pressure — and let the fun begin. At least, if you think relentless camp (sprinkled with sass and bitch-wit) is fun. But even if you don't, it's hard to resist star Anna Kendrick — she's game, so you are. And there's something Katharine Hepburn-y about the way she manages to bring bring intelligence to farce. With Rebel Wilson, Skylar Astin. 2012.