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Nicholas Stoller’s Neighbors doesn’t exactly reinvent the comedy wheel… It’s not nearly as original or insightful as the films of its spiritual godfather, Judd Apatow (Knocked Up, Funny People). Nor is it endearingly absurd like those penned by its star, Seth Rogen and his writing partner, Evan Goldberg (Pineapple Express, This Is The End). That being said, it’s still a riotous, delightfully inappropriate romp that manages to skewer both fraternity posturing and suburban ennui, while still cramming in enough pot and sex jokes to please its core fanbase.

Somewhere between rolling like it’s the millennium and tossing ‘em back with reckless 20-something abandon, Mac (Rogen) and Kelly Radner (Rose Byrne) officially became adults. Instead of hitting the town with their recently divorced and ready to party bffs, they watch Netflix and plan home construction projects. Instead of dancing on tables and puking off balconies, they change diapers and dress their toddler up for photoshoots. Sure they’re content and blissfully in love, but for these two unwitting suburbanites, it seems that their wild and crazy days are now officially over.

That is until a frathouse run by Zac Efron and Dave Franco moves in next door, and before you know it their block is bumping like Ibiza during a David Guetta concert. Young, dumb, and full of you know what – not to mention unfettered by real responsibility – these college guys care not about grades, the future, or their “old” neighbors; they just want to party… then do it all again tomorrow. Naturally, their daily activities clash with The Radner’s more domestic existence, but while Mac and Kelly are determined to be responsible adults for their young daughter, old habits can sometimes die hard.

Any grown-up knows this feeling…  sadly, no longer the carefree revelers that we once were, but concurrently, fulfilled by stuff we never thought we would be – like families and careers. Neighbors, written by Andrew J. Cohen and Brendon O’Brien, shines when capturing this inevitable fact of aging and the ambivalence most of us feel about it. Obviously though, introspection only goes so far, and soon revenge pranks, boner jokes, and the world’s largest hotbox are the name of the game as Stoller moves things along at the brisk pace of a mass-market, we better pass that 100 million dollar mark movie-maker.

Rogen continues his manboy pothead shtick, although this time, placed in the context of marriage and parenthood, and aided by the incredibly versatile, always game Byrne – who scores just as many laughs as he does – the performance seems fresh and focused. It’s a testament to all involved as well that their relationship plays as that of equals and not the Everybody Loves Raymond – buffoon husband/harried wife trope that we usually see. And as randy fratboys, Efron, Franco, and McLovin, himself (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) all have their moments.

Funny, goofy, and occasionally insightful, Neighbors is guaranteed to bring the cross-generational appeal.