A well-enough made but deeply unpleasant film about a middle-class college kid lured by the promise of status and future wealth into a preeminent fraternity whose brothers are out-of-control, ultimately leading to a hazing incident that throws his life into turmoil. I know it's the whole point, but the characters are so insufferable in their party-animal ways, toxic masculinity, racism, homophobia, and entitled privilege that it just makes the whole film difficult to endure. Plus, the story is so on-the-nose with what you may have imagined is behind these news stories on hazing-gone-awry that it seems to lack imagination. The outsider coming into an elite organization, the best friend who is a mama's boy with a silver spoon in his mouth, the disapproving girlfriend, the gatekeeping fraternity brother who entrusts our protagonist with responsibility, the tragedy during Pledge Week. . . it's all a bit too pat and predictable. The direction is assured for a first-time feature director, though, in that artificial indie way, anyway. Just the writing and the onslaught of badly-behaved ******** obscures it. It's also guilty of parading faded stars in tiny roles to give it some cred -- John Malkovich, Denise Richards, Cheri Oteri -- which ultimately adds nothing much. ****, the frat guys aren't even good-looking, so couldn't enjoy it on that level, either. I guess it's fine for what it is, but it's nothing I'll ever return to, and I don't feel particularly enriched for having seen…