Archives for posts with tag: Zac Efron

Greed makes people crazy and nothing makes people greedier than a certain precious metal. In “Gold” (2022), Zac Efron finds himself in a version of “Mad Max” with much fewer contraptions. Hobbled but still optimistic, he hitches a ride across this dystopian wasteland, where he and his cohort stumble upon the unexpected. Predictably rapacious hijinks ensue. Zac starts out needing a bath and as the film drags itself into “Revenant” territory, I stayed interested by wondering how much dirtier he’d actually get (you’d be surprised). You probably won’t be surprised by how this painfully tedious exercise in degeneration turns out.

Everything you would expect from a cookie-cutter Seth Rogen bro comedy is in “Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising” (2016). There’s weed. And male genitalia. And dildoes (Or is that dildos? Paging Mr. Quayle… Mr. Quayle?). And it’s all so derivative until the one or two scenes that make you laugh out loud and then the $1.60 you paid at Redbox doesn’t seem like a waste. (You spent $12 to see it in a theater? Poor dear.) Anyway, sequel, partying girls instead of partying boys, hijinks ensue, blah blah blah. And an oddly fascinating subplot involving Zac Efron’s character arc. Say whut?

I keep trying to figure out what it is I don’t like about Seth Rogen’s movies, so I keep watching them. In “Neighbors” (2014), he’s part of a young married couple with a baby, coming to grips with the transition to responsibility/parenthood/adulthood. Meanwhile, a bacchanalian fraternity moves in next door. Hijinks ensue. There are laugh-out-loud funny moments, and I do enjoy the quick-quip dialog in Rogen’s films. But there is also way too much f-bombing, potsmoking and homophobic physical comedy. Enough with the penises. Talk about overselling a joke. Which is exactly what I don’t like about Seth Rogen’s movies.