I rented the extreme unrated version of stoner classic Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle, which is many ways is the worst movie of all time, but in many other ways is the greatest movie of all time, not least of which because I went to high school with the screenwriters.

Leave it to Hurwitz and Hayden to be far, far grosser than any other big screen comedy ever. And leave it to them to get the thing actually made.

Listen, it's funny. Is it high art? Only if high art can encompass the concept of Battleshits. (And answering that philosophical question is far beyond the scope of this review.) But if you think you'll laugh, you'll probably laugh. You'll cringe -- oh, you'll cringe -- but you'll laugh.

"I've looked at some of the roadsigns up there, and it looks like the cheetah took us in the wrong direction." It made me laugh.

Here's Shankar's review from way back, which fails to note that there's a character in the movie named after him, as well: the Indian guy who gets beat up in Newark near the start of the movie. But we can forgive him for not mentioning it, I guess, since you'd only know that if you listened to Hayden and Hurwitz's audio commentary on the DVD (which I just did, and which is totally surreal). Check it out.

UPDATE: Still watching the commentary, and thought I should note that the giant bag of weed fantasy montage cracked us up, too. It's a good flick; almost unbelievably, it's a good flick. I don't know if they'll ever get to make Harold and Kumar Go To Amsterdam, but I would like to see them make Rosenberg and Goldstein Go to Hot Dog Heaven. A midquel like that is a hell of a good idea.

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