Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay
The paranoid side effect to the original’s buzz, HK2 lacks the single-minded momentum of White Castle’s endless night, which it ditches in the name of ramping up the franchise’s social agenda. Gitmo, where our duo ends up after Kumar attempts to light his “smokeless bong” in an airplane restroom, turns out to be only the first stop on a cross-country mission to debunk all stereotypes. The point scoring can seem labored, at times even crude; the situations involving an overacting Rob Corddry—as the movie’s chief Homeland Security buffoon—cut too close to Kafkaesque reality to be funny. But by design, this is a movie that gets by as much on chutzpah as laughs (less so, in both cases, when it makes as an unexpectedly sympathetic case for America’s Pothead in Chief).