Allow me to speak of my eleven-year-old daughter :
She and a friend caught the final fifteen minutes of 'Pitch Perfect' on TV.
They sat, wide-eyed and gaping in utter amazement for every second of those fifteen minutes.
To catch the rerun, my daughter set her alarm at 8 a.m. (this was during vacation!) and sat through the whole film. Loved it.
Watched it a second time, days later. Loved it again.
Now, admittedly, most of us are not eleven any more, and may expect more from a film than high-profile girls belting out old hits a capella. Still, though! This was kinda winsome!
On a rainy autumn afternoon, therefore, when you have nothing else to do, you might as well watch 'Pitch Perfect'. Especially as the sequel is on its way.
I can name at least one person who is more than ready for it.