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Until it gives up on itself in the last 10 minutes, Old School, co-written by Scot Armstrong and director Todd Phillips, knows how to rock a party with naughtiness and intelligence.
Detroit Free Press:
Old School has a clever title, a decent concept and a name-brand cast. But it never fulfills the potential of its story about guys in their 30s who form a frat so they can party again like teenagers.
Ebert & Roeper:
This is a raucous frat-school comedy that's dopey, degrading and disgusting -- and consistently hilarious.
Not quite enough to justify giving this movie 91 minutes of your life, but as stupid gross-out comedies go, you could do worse.
New York Times:
[School's] like a half-empty glass of Coke that's been sitting out for a couple of days; sure, it looks like cola, but one sip tells you exactly what's missing.
Although a graduate of the Animal House school of tasteless, sophomoric humor, Old School gets docked many points due to its sloppy script and lame direction.
Los Angeles Times:
It's no Animal House, but Old School is helped by a curious pathos for its thirtysomething boys.
Most mirth is as feeble and pointless as the plot, from the thin shock value of inappropriate cursing to a routine array of hedonistic hijinks.
Paul Clinton (CNN.com),
Old School doesn't even deserve to go to video and DVD. This film should go straight to landfill.
Under Reitman's deanship, Ferrell lets his freak flag fly and Vaughn unlooses a notably funny, light-on-his-feet lunkheadedness.
Dallas Morning News:
While not remotely original in content, Old School tries hard to have something for everyone and succeeds more often than not.
Ferrell makes acting like a moron seem like a natural and endearing byproduct of middle-class American befuddlement.
An unkempt clearinghouse for cheap, throwaway laughs. For those who regard that as a recommendation, two words: Grow up.
In an era when a viewer is lucky to find one or two humorous moments during the course of a 90-minute so-called 'comedy,' Old School delivers with surprising effectiveness.
This is not a funny movie, although it has a few good scenes and some nice work by Ferrell as an apparently compulsive nudist.
This frat romp might be dumb, but you'll wet your Dockers anyway.
Director Phillips confesses to frat membership in his youth, and even made a documentary on the subject. So why is this not funnier or more outrageous?
Unlike most of the lowbrow comedies in theaters these days, this one isn't quite a carp.