Neighbors 2: Sorority
by Tony Medley
Not for children.
Runtime 92 minutes.
Knowing that this was
a Seth Rogen movie and having seen the first one, called simply
Neighbors (2014), I had low expectations. I knew it would be
low class, in poor taste, full of vulgarity, and bursting with f-bombs.
Rogen can’t utter a sentence without the F word.
Even so, this was
much worse than I anticipated. It is one of the most disgusting, crude
pieces of drivel ever committed to the silver screen, and that’s saying
a lot, especially since Rogen has been making movies for a while (and
don’t forget his buddy-in-vulgarity Judd Apatow is still roaming around
However, this kind of
garbage pays. Neighbors
grossed over $268 million on a budget of $18 million. This one almost
doubled the budget to $35 million. But it’s worse, much worse, than the
first one which was simply awful.
It starts with Rogen
rutting with his wife, Rose Byrne, on top of him. He is apparently naked
but she’s apparently fully clothed. The “joke” is that she gets sick and
vomits all over his face. It’s all downhill from there.
The first one had
Rogen and his wife living next to a fraternity, run by Zac Efron. In
this one, some freshmen girls buy the house and start a sorority run by,
guess who? Zac Efron.
The offensive, gross
scenes that follow are predictable, especially since Rogen once again
gets a writing credit (he doesn’t get all the credit for this, some of
the glory goes to director Nicolas Stoller, who was also on the first
one). Rogen seems to get a writing credit for every film in which he
appears. It reminds me of Al Jolson, who insisted on a writing credit
when he had a hit song. Many people in the know, like Irving Caesar, who
wrote the lyrics to George Gershwin’s melody for Jolson’s hit “Swanee,”
believed that Jolson demanded credit on the songs he sang because it was
his performance that made them hits, even though he had no input to the
words or melodies. Maybe that’s how Rogen gets writing credit on these
movies. But maybe he does contribute to the writing. They are so crass
and common, so lacking in style and wit, that I can only believe that he
a lot to do with the final product.
Just as one example
of how far below the level of acceptable tastelessness to which this
movie descends, there’s one scene in which the sorority girls throw
their used feminine hygiene products (Rogen would describe them more
specifically) at the windows of Rogen’s house.
I don’t personally
know one adult who I think would be able to sit through 92 minutes of
this unfunny, despicable raunch.