About “Sing 2” in a few words:

Sing 2 is an animated musical comedy film produced by Illumination Entertainment and directed by Garth Jennings. The movie is a sequel to the 2016 hit film Sing and follows the adventures of Buster Moon and his animal friends as they try to launch a spectacular show in the Crystal Tower Theater. Featuring a star-studded voice cast, including Matthew McConaughey, Reese Witherspoon, Scarlett Johansson, and Taron Egerton, Sing 2 promises to deliver more singing, dancing, and laughter than ever before. Get ready to tap your feet and sing along with the unforgettable tunes of Sing 2!

Meet the characters from Sing 2

Jimmy Crystal

Jimmy is the kind of showbiz villain who wears too much cologne and thinks the world owes him a parade — loud, slick, and impossibly sure of his own press clippings. He bulldozes plans with a grin and a neon suit, but sometimes (and this is embarrassing for him) he’ll pause to pet a stray dog or whistle an old lullaby — weird, right? He runs his empire like a fireworks display: flashy, dangerous, and somehow choreographed down to the last eyebrow raise. Honestly, he’s both terrifying and oddly entertaining, like a human tabloid headline with a sparkle stick.

Porsha Crystal

Porsha is the glittering pop-princess daughter who can melt a room with a smile and then bite it with a lyric — always on, always styled, amps on eleven. She’s petty and polished in equal measure, but also unexpectedly wide-eyed about genuine things (she collects cassette mixtapes? maybe — I could be making that up). She’s used to being watched and loves the attention but will roll her eyes at it like it’s beneath her — complicated diva energy. She radiates confidence but sometimes loses it in the bathroom while checking her eyeliner, which is somehow both tragic and hilarious.

Gunter

Gunter is pure chaotic joy — a tiny, dance-obsessed whirlwind who treats choreography like a religion and snacks like it’s a competitive sport. He bursts into scenes like confetti and has this ridiculous ability to somehow lead a troupe of very different creatures without shouting (well, maybe a little). He’s theatrical, unapologetic, and will absolutely pirate your costume if it’s shinier than his — also, rumor has it he hoards sequins in his pockets. He’s the heart of the spectacle, even if he’s also the one tripping over the props half the time.

Nooshy

Nooshy rocks that slick streetwise cool — low-key, clever, with a bob haircut that says “don’t mess” and sneakers that could outrun your drama. She’s got bravado for days and a smirk that can defuse tension faster than any line of dialogue, yet sometimes she’ll blush at a dumb compliment and look away like she’s hiding a secret scrapbook of soft poems. She moves like rhythm is a part of her skeleton and could teach you a dance move that’ll haunt your dreams (in a good way). Also, tiny detail: she always has gum but never offers it — rude or mysterious? You decide.

Miss Crawly

Miss Crawly is that nerve-wracked, loyal assistant who’s somehow more competent than anyone gives her credit for — glasses crooked, clipboard always at the ready. She’s anxious and literal and will interpret metaphors as actual instructions, but somehow she keeps the chaos from collapsing with duct tape and very specific sighs. She’s the backstage glue, the unsung hero who hums show tunes when she’s stressed (which is often), and yes, she’s got stories about that time she fixed a rig with nothing but a paperclip and a prayer. Quirky note: she’s terrified of bridges but will happily ride a Ferris wheel for reasons she won’t explain.

Clay Calloway

Clay is the brooding rock legend, all rumble and regret, like a vinyl record left too long in the sun — majestic and moody and impossibly cool. He’s mourning and magnificent, kind of the “don’t talk to me” poster child, but if you get past the thundercloud he’s weirdly tender (and hums to plants? I think). He plays music like he’s trying to stitch himself back together and you can feel history in his riffs — also, he might own more leather jackets than is strictly reasonable. He’s the soulful ghost of rock who’ll make you cry and fist-pump at the same time.

Buster Moon

Buster is the eternally optimistic koala who runs on stubborn hope and terrible timing — lovable, frantic, and always scheming (in the best way). He smiles through catastrophe and will somehow convince a whole town to audition for his wild dreams, which is both inspirational and reckless. He’s small, fierce, and deeply dramatic about theater curtains; he sleeps with a lucky marble and talks to it sometimes — don’t judge. Despite a hundred mess-ups, he’s got this big bright heart that keeps dragging everyone toward the impossible.

Meena

Meena is that shy-but-astounding powerhouse singer who could whisper a line and make the building fall in love — massive voice, tiny nerves, very relatable trembling. She’s awkward in the cutest way, practicing scales in impossible places (bathtub, pantry, you name it) and accidentally slaying crowds while apologizing mid-song. She’s sweet, earnest, carries a pack of mints everywhere, and will probably cry at rom-coms but also deliver a note so pure it scares you. There’s a fierce bravery under the shyness that shows up at the best possible moment — like emotional fireworks.

Johnny

Johnny is the sweet, soft-hearted hustler with a voice like honey and legs that fail at being still — gorilla with giant dreams and an even bigger soft spot. He’s got this tumbleweed charm, tries to be tough (family obligations, you know), but melts when music hits and kittens appear — true story, maybe. He dances like he’s trying to apologize to gravity and sings like he’s confessing to the moon; it’s adorable and a little dangerous because you’ll start cheering uncontrollably. He’s the kind of guy who would fix your fence and then sing a ballad about it, with a grin that says “I mean it.”

Rosita

Rosita is the multitasking powerhouse pig-mom who somehow juggles kids, chores, and stage life while still looking like she was born in a pair of sparkly boots. She’s practical, ambitious, and secretly loves being outrageous on stage — but also gets exhausted and drinks coffee like it’s a vital organ. She’s fiercely loving, has a smartwatch and a secret stash of romance novels, and will probably choreograph your life without asking. Quirky paradox: she hates being late but loses track of time when a drumbeat appears, which is gloriously human.

Ash

Ash is the prickly, punk-rock porcupine with guitar strings in her veins and sarcasm as a defence mechanism — badass and a little broken in the best way. She’s sharp, edgy, and hides soft spots under leather and eyeliner; there’s a tiny stuffed animal in her tour case and nobody’s allowed to see it (mostly because she forgets it’s there until it sings). Her riffs cut like wit, and she moonlights as a reluctant romantic — don’t let the eyeliner fool you, she’s messy about feelings. She’s cool to the bone but will betray herself with one too-honest lyric when the lights hit.