My pal leaned over during the flick and said, “This is Harold and Kumar Go to Napa Valley.”
It’s funny, ’cause it’s true.
So now we have the perfect road movie for oenophiles (Sideways), we have the perfect road movie for potheads (Harold and Kumar), we have the perfect road movie for general abuse of the body and various legal and illegal consciousness altering substances (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas).
I think we need the perfect drinking road movie. Just drinking. Not so much whoring, no drug abuse, just boozing. Any suggestions or do I have to start working on that one myself?
Back to the movie. Hell of a good flick. I have no stomach for infidelity which played a large role, nor do I have much sympathy for nebbishy losers who get the girl in the end. Despite these flaws, I had a good time laughing at the two schmucks who never had it so good.
I hate those kind of flicks.