Old School

Writer/Director Todd Phillips earned a failing grade for his 2000 time bomb Road Trip and follows it up with this inane garbage that is filled with tasteless sex jokes and unlikable characters. After his sex-addicted girlfriend chooses hardcore porn over a meaningful monogamous relationship with him, Luke Wilson moves into his new dilapidated bachelor pad and watches it become repossessed by a nerdy college dean in a Mr. Rogers sweater vest and Erkel glasses. The two middle-aged losers who refuse to grow up and accept their responsibilities of marriage and adulthood somehow discover a pea-brained loophole that says if they transform the house in to a party zone for beer-chugging frat guys, the single guy won’t have to move out. Phew, I was getting worried. So rest assured, the man on the rebound has a roof over his head, endless scenes of juvenile hazing, militaristic training, naked wrestling in a vat of jelly, Snoop Dogg gansta rapping, embarrassing streaking through city streets and oral sex classes with produce. All will fill the screen until Director Todd Phillips is expelled from Hollywood.