So after a few weekends in a row of getting trashed one day or the other, with each successive weekend getting weirder (Part 1: Matt insults a transgendered student, Part 2: Matt meets 40 different people around Oberlin and has to be reintroduced to about 30 of them in the next week after remembering 0 of them, Part 3: Matt is part and parcel of a naked party, and promises himself not to drink Old Crow whiskey ever again, Old Crow having been responsible for parts 2 and 3), it was nice for last weekend to have been a quiet one. I watched a couple of movies, played well at the frisbee team’s scrimmage, stayed sober.
That’s good, because this weekend might be my most insane weekend ever. Friday night is a decades costume party for a friend’s birthday (I’m going in a zoot suit), Saturday morning-afternoon is a frisbee tournament, Saturday evening another birthday party, Sunday morning-afternoon the continuation of that same frisbee tournament, Sunday evening my birthday party, which is really just going to a Born Ruffians concert in Cleveland. Homework, we hardly knew thee.
Speaking of party, there isn’t a party on Earth that could top the jubilation Harold and Kumar must have felt at the instantly-classic bottomless party in Harold and Kumar 2: Escape from Guantanamo Bay. Oh sure, the party has very, very little to do with the plot of the movie, as do most of the events, but it is easily the most memorable scene. It’s hard to forget full frontal nudity, both the easy-on-the-eyes female kind and the as-hard-on-the-eyes-as-two-diamonds-scraping-together male kind. HK2:EGB follows much the same formula as the first movie: Harold and Kumar are constantly on a singleminded mission, but spend more time sidetracked with crazy people in crazy situations than actually moving toward their purpose. And Neil Patrick Harris is a crazy bastard.
This movie is not as fantastic as some people make it out to be, but it’s also by no means bad or even mediocre. It’s a funny movie with some pretty serious flaws. What pushe HK2:EGB into the positive side is the great delivery of every single line by John Cho (Harold). He is so pitch-perfect in this movie, even making mundane lines funny. If I type out, “We’re on a plane to Amsterdam. It’s the weed capital…of the world,” nothing special. With Cho’s delivery, it becomes a quotable quote.
Kal Penn as Kumar is funny too, he has some great lines, but he gets scenes stolen from him left and right. Mostly by Cho.
Rob Corddry’s character, the unbelievably stupid Homeland Security agent who is the profiler and the massive racist, is pretty divisive. People who love watching assholes and who don’t mind horribly bigoted actions like dropping pennies in front of Jews as an interrogation torture technique will probably like his character. People who quickly get tired of Al Qaeda and North Korean jokes will not. I was kind of on the fence, but I definitely didn’t like him. I’m on the fence about whether I hate him or not.
Neil Patrick Harris is a god. Anyone who’s seen this movie or Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog, reviewed on this site, probably knows this by now. I just wanted to let you know, whoever you are.
Also, keep an eye out for “Terrible” Terry Tate. I really wanted him to tackle Rob Corddry after the grape soda incident. Just know, we got Triple T up in this bitch.
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