I ARRIVED to watch Nicholas Stoller’s sequel to a 2014 farrago of fraternity foolishness with a sense of doubt that didn’t take long to disappear. 

The same central characters the Radners (Seth Rogen and Rose Byrne) are masticating the same plot differing from the original only in the gender of their main antagonists. Replace “fraternity foolishness” with “sorority stupidity” and all you get is a change of alliteration.

The issues are the same. The jokes are the same. The problem is the same. Once the escrow period ends (forgive me for lacking the courage and the knowledge to try to explain what that involves) the Radners are ready to settle on a new house and there await the birth of their second child. Motivated by exclusion from a fraternity house, a trio of girls led by Shelby (Chloe Grace Moretz) decides to form a new sorority to rent a house where they may do whatever they want. And who wants to raise a baby next door to that?

It’s not a chick flick. It’s not a campus movie. It’s not a feminist movie. What it is is BAD not merely by its title, but also in every sense related to its form, content, staging and creation – acting, screenplay, cinematography, rationality and, above all, comedy.

Everywhere except Palace Electric