So here’s the premise: A group of old college alumns – fraternity brothers – meet up with their younger matriculated complements from the alma mater. A 500-mile expanse of blacktop rolls through the rural flatland and farm pastures of Nebraska, Iowa and eastern Illinois on the way to the bright lights of the big city – Chi-Town, the Windy City, Chicagoland. It’s a breakneck pace driving through the inky, black veil so the chums can make the invite – the whole crew has been called up to sing the national anthem pregame for the Chicago White Sox.
Give the concept to Seth Rogen (Superbad, Pineapple Express) to write and the flick becomes a sharp-witted comedy with plenty of crudeness, illicit substances and an MPAA big-branded “R.” If the wordsmith Elmore Leonard penned the novel (which most certainly would be adapted for the big screen), the movie becomes a gritty thriller interlaced with a flawed, nuanced hero and overlaid with streetwise criminals, who have larger than life ambition. Essentially, it is all about the spin, that is, the way the story is told.
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