Essentially the story of Neighbors focuses on staid suburbanite John Belushi who is slowly being driven crazy by his new, nutsy neighbors – a dyed blonde, goon Dan Aykroyd and his smooth, sexually scintillating wife Cathy Moriarty. The new couple take over his car, his bank account, his house and even his family while at the same time making it seem like Belushi is a stick-in-the mud poor sport for not going along with it.
Larry Gelbart’s script [from the novel by Thomas Berger] seems content to leave it at that, yet both he and director John G. Avildsen take great pains to throw in some serious reminders of just how pathetic the lives of each of these characters are including the fun-loving neighbors. Consequently, other than a few laughs the reason for the film is a little puzzling.
Ultimately it is Belushi and Aykroyd that make the picture work. When they hit the comedic mark, as they more often than not do here, nothing else seems to matter.