Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle

Wow. This is woefully late but here goes:

You know you enjoyed a movie when the snot-nosed teeny-boppers in the back row come up to the old guys (me & my pal) after the show and ask, “What are you guys on?”

High on life my friend, high on life. And several pints of Lager.

For some odd reason I find I enjoy goofy flicks this year. I still can’t stand the unceasing parade of Saturday Night Live alumi drivel flicks but stuff like Dodgeball and Harold and Kumar make me squirt half-chewed jujubees out my nose. Or would, if I ate jujubees.

Think of every goofy buddy road movie you’ve ever seen and then set it in New Jersey where I spent a fair percentage of my own college years. I’ve had nights like that: late-night runs for Taco Bell, 7-11 hot dogs at 3 AM, driving over an hour in search of a place that sells beer on a Tuesday night. Nostalgia and mind-altering substances, man. That’s the formula for cinematic gold.