Review

"Sisterhood, Inc.: A Hallmark Movie That Forgot to Bring the Eggnog"

Let me start by saying this: Sisterhood, Inc. is the kind of movie that makes you wonder if Hallmark movies and Hallmark holiday movies had a baby, and then that baby grew up, went to business school, and decided to start a candle company. It’s wholesome, predictable, and so full of sisterly bonding that you’ll start texting your siblings halfway through the movie—even if you haven’t spoken since the Great Thanksgiving Pie Incident of 2018.

The plot is as follows: Four estranged sisters (because of course there are four—it’s a rule in Hallmark movies) inherit their late grandmother’s failing candle business, Sisterhood, Inc., which is somehow still operational despite the fact that no one under the age of 70 has bought a scented candle since 2020. The sisters must work together to save the company, rediscover their bond, and learn valuable life lessons like “communication is key” and “vanilla-scented candles are the backbone of society.”

The movie is packed with all the Hallmark staples: a small town with inexplicably perfect autumn foliage, a quirky neighbor who only speaks in folksy wisdom, and a romantic subplot so tame it makes holding hands look like a scandal. There’s even a scene where the sisters argue in the rain, because apparently, no emotional breakthrough can happen without someone getting drenched.

But here’s the twist: Sisterhood, Inc. tries to be edgy by throwing in a single swear word (gasp!) and a scene where one sister almost drinks coffee instead of tea. It’s like the filmmakers said, “Let’s make a Hallmark movie, but let’s also pretend we’ve seen Fight Club.” Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work.

The acting is fine, if you consider “fine” to mean “everyone looks like they’re one bad take away from quitting acting and opening an Etsy store.” The dialogue is cheesy, but in a way that makes you feel like you’re wrapped in a warm blanket of predictability. And the soundtrack? Let’s just say if you’ve ever wanted to hear a ukulele cover of Girls Just Want to Have Fun, this is your moment.

In conclusion, Sisterhood, Inc. is the cinematic equivalent of a pumpkin spice latte: comforting, overdone, and slightly unnecessary. It’s not a bad movie—it’s just a movie that knows exactly what it is and doesn’t care to be anything more. If you’re looking for a film that will make you laugh, cry, and question why you’re emotionally invested in a fictional candle empire, this is it. Just don’t expect it to win any Oscars—unless there’s a category for “Best Use of a Candle-Making Montage.”

Rating: 3.5 out of 5 scented candles. Would watch again, but only if I’m trapped at my aunt’s house during the holidays.