Sister Act is about a Reno lounge singer named Deloris Van Carter who witnesses her mobster boyfriend killing an employee. She is then hidden in a convent under a witness protection program. She soon makes friends with the nuns, especially Sister Mary Robert, Sister Mary Lazuras and Sister Mary Patrick. After the Mother Superior catches Deloris going out to a bar in the night followed by Mary Robert and Mary Patrick, she orders her to join the church choir. Only to find her coaching the choir and turning them into swingin' singin' sisters. The choir proves to be a big success with the surrounding neighborhood, but will Deloris' boyfriend track her down... Written by
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When Sister Mary Roberts gives Sister Mary Clarence the clock to help her wake up in the morning, you see Sister Mary Clarence's hand reach out for clock. In the next shot, Mary Clarence's hand reaches out for the clock again. See more »
[in a classroom in 1968]
Who can name all the apostles? Yes, Delores?
John, Paul, George... and Ringo!
[the children laugh]
Delores Wilson, you are the most unruly, disobedient girl in this school! Now, I want you to march right up to that blackboard and write the names of all the apostles alphabetically.
[Little Delores walks up to the blackboard and writes "John, Paul, Peter" and "Elvis" in big letters, underlined. The children laugh again]
This is enough! You are hopeless, and I ...
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Newspaper and magazine clippings of the nun choir. See more »
One can have a lot of fun with this in a game of guess the pitch/alternative title, like 'Sound Of Music 2: Las Vegas' or 'How Do You Solve A Problem Like Deloris?'. Ultimately it's yet another odd couple movie in the mould of Beverley Hills Cop, with Whoopi Goldberg bringing her worldly cabaret singer (and out-of-character's worldly sense of humour) to a moribund, conservative institution. The two groups discover the worthwhile in one another just in time to beat the out-and-out bad guys.
Whoopi Goldberg is fantastic in this film - one never has the feeling that you're watching a black woman trying to reach white women. It's a much more universal, feminine sensibility that's being satirised. Wendy Makkena and Kathy Najimy's young, impressionable but gold-hearted nuns make the karaoke bits of the film go with a swing. Maggie Smith transforms the project from a two-bit flick into a film with a presence borrowed from Jean Brodie's Prime. Keitel is a thoroughly boo-able bad guy. A reasonable chick-flick. 4/10
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