Directed by: Jason Moore. I very nearly skipped doing a review for this one, for many reasons. Basically, this is one modern comedy that just didn’t do it for me. And with my history on modern comedies, I came very close to not watching it in the first place. It’s a gamble at this point: I hated hated hated hated The Internship, Dirty Grandpa, Hot Tub Time Machine, and probably a few others that I had to see in recent memory, but I liked Bridesmaids pretty good, and I loved Spy. So which kind of dumb modern comedy is this going to be? I had generally assumed that I was a fan of the Fey-Poehler duo, but that’s based solely on their collaboration on Saturday Night Live Weekend Update from 12-15 years ago. I’ve only seen bits and pieces of 30 Rock and Parks and Rec, and neither really jumped out at me. So on paper, I should have known. But I watched it anyway, and I guess I just don’t get it. This is more of the same—upper middle class white people worshipping at the altar of high school, bending over backwards to attain the youthful “authenticity” that they had in high school, trying to have as much fun as they did in high school, etc, all of it basically an excuse to watch a bunch of adults behaving badly. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for adults behaving like idiots—that’s the basis for most of the comedies I like. And it was genuinely enjoyable to see supporting players like Jon Leguizamo, Samantha Bee and Maya Rudolph chew the scenery (attention Hollywood—more Maya Rudolph please!). But this repeated obsession with high school that these modern Hollywood comedies have—seriously, fucking high school? I don’t get it. For me, the best movie about adults reckoning with their old high school selves is still Grosse Pointe Blank. To me, it was clear that this movie was squarely aimed at people who are in high school right now, based on the music choices if nothing else. But hey, I guess I’m just old and lame.