Where do they get this stuff? How can one movie contain George W. Bush, Neal Patrick Harris, a hooker named Tits Hemmingway, a pornographic sex fantasy with a bag of weed, a Ku Klux Klan rally, and a cyclops?Then again, it is the sequel to a movie that contained Neal Patrick Harris, a pornographic sex fantasy with a bag of weed, a pus-seeping psycho tow-truck driver named Freakshow, and an escaped cheetah.
If you liked the first one, you'll love this one. I just like Kal Penn and John Cho. These guys are like Abbott and Costello. You've got John Cho as the neat, organized, logical Harold to Kal Penn's off the hook, anything goes Kumar. It doesn't really matter what the plot is, because this franchise has the unique license, because of its weed-toking slant, to be as surreal as it wants to and get away with it. The writers, Jon Hurwitz and Hayden Schlossberg (returning from the first film, and directing this time around), recklessly detour into flashbacks and daydreams, and pepper the film heedlessly with anti-PC rhetoric. It's like a nice hot shower after a month long slog through PG-13 country.
The film begins where the first one left off, with Harold & Kumar deciding on the fly to take a trip to Amsterdam to pursue Harold's love interest, Maria. On the plane ride over, there is a rather unfortunate incident in the bathroom with a smokeless bong that Kumar has devised that looks, regrettably, like an explosive device. Poor Harold & Kumar are apprehended by steroidal air marshals and sent to Guantanamo Bay, which resembles a zoo in that the cells have goats and hay in them.
The escape of the title takes place about five minutes later after a gut-busting scene in which the homophobic prison guards deny they are gay while at the same time demanding head from their prisoners.
I'm going to give all the good jokes away if I keep going, but let me just say that the film is definitely not for the faint of heart. A guy's pubic hair resembles Osama bin Laden. There are inbreeding jokes and black jokes and Asian jokes (and white jokes, for that matter), and the most full frontal nudity I've ever seen this side of a porno.
And the film mercilessly rips and renders Homeland Security and Bush-era politics, and it feels good. Now, someone tell me how a stoner comedy can be such a breath of fresh air?
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