Most critics find Neighbors funny: ten of the sixteen reviews are positive, and even the mixed ones concede a decent ratio of laughs. The praise clusters on the cast rather than the writing. Rose Byrne is named more often than anyone, several reviews calling her the film’s secret asset for the way her timing keeps the outrageous material grounded. Zac Efron’s deadpan is the other recurring pleasure, along with the escalating party set pieces.
The reservations are about shape: a story that never quite arrives, uneven gags, and a reliance on shouty improvisation that some find tiresome. Slant objects that the rivalry is doggedly male-centred and Byrne is pushed into the background, an odd counterpoint to the reviews that put her front and centre. The spread is wide, from raves calling it a reinvention of the studio comedy to The Guardian, where Mark Kermode finds it aimless and notes that the trailer has already given away its best slapstick punchlines.
