Irreverent, satirical late-night comedy hits a turn for the worse with "Neighbors", which isn't even up to "Saturday Night Live" standards at its weakest. Dan Aykroyd shows up on suburbanite John Belushi's doorstep dressed like a hipster and talking like a dangerous Dean Martin. Aykroyd gives me a headache, and this movie is positively filled with him. Belushi, trying for a semblance of subtlety, is much preferable...but why is Belushi playing the straight-man anyhow? The sex jokes are ludicrous, the black comedy forced, the dialogue full of groaners. The success of films such as "Animal House" are really to blame for this type of sniggering, smug humor, always perpetrated by middle-of-the-road talents dying to be "edgy". It's enough to drive one right out of the suburbs and into Detroit. I'd walk out on this movie even on an airplane... NO STARS from ****
Review of Neighbors
