96 minutes has been longer, never more tedious. Uniformly unfunny and insultingly stupid, at least
Neighbors was not in any way a waste of talent but solely a waste of time. The only hope for this rather threadbare concept would have been a period piece: set the film in 1981-1982 at a fairly selective university with a dynamic Greek system, while the drinking age was still low and the huge, beer-truck parties still completely bonkers, and before the worst of the Reagan-era doucebaggery had coalesced and perhaps you could have made a case for something bordering on humor. Not there though. Not in 2014. Not
Neighbors.
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