But avoid the whole chugging like you're back at a university
frat party sort of thing.
Not exact matches
Our heroes are student throwbacks, like the characters in that
Frat Pack locus classicus Old School,
partying dysfunctionally hard and aware that they are getting the weeniest bit old for this
sort of thing.
Writers Steve Faber and Bob Fisher devise a number of clever ways to extend the joke of Wedding Crashers beyond the mere hit - and - run pleasures their characters derive, from having John and Jeremy bet on quoted scripture and ceremonial music (Johan Pachelbel's Canon in D, Richard Wagner's Wedding March Processional, etc.) to having them bound together by a leave - no - crasher - behind credo with all
sorts of other rider attachments that eventually leads to a cameo by fellow
Frat Pack member Ferrell as Chazz, the
sort of mystical patriarch of this culture of uninvited
party - hopping.
Still starving, but in better spirits, I made for the W, where Vito Schnabel, Alex Dellal, and Niarchos were hosting a hands - in - the - air, dancing - on - the tables
sort of
frat party so wildly uninhibited that even the buttoned - down Benedikt Taschen was lit.