"Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle"
Jul. 27th, 2004 08:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerNow, I'd think/hope by now pretty much everyone here knows my stand on pot. It probably shouldn't surprise you that my mother feels pretty much the same way. Maybe it's for that reason that she was the perfect person to take to the passes-only sneak preview of "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle," since I think we were the only people in the theater who weren't at least friendly with the chronic.
And as such... this movie was pretty fucking funny. In fact, it was so funny, my mother was complaining all the way home that her sides were hurting from laughter. Stupid in all the right places, clever in plenty where it really it counted, I was actually surprised by how good the director's follow-up to "Dude, Where's My Car?" actually was.
Also, it should be noted that it was actually really refreshing to see two Asian protagonists in a movie. I never really thought it'd make that big of a difference to diversify film and TV before, but until this film I don't think I ever really noticed just how white-boy our culture is. More fool boy me. (Although, I still find it odd that "Sixteen Candles" should be Harold's favorite movie, considering it has one of the most infamous/beloved Asian stereotypes ever, Long Duk Dong... I would have thought they'd address that in the movie, but never did.)
So yes. A good, stupid, fun time, as well as a fitting tribute to the wonder and glory that is White Castle. Would there was one around here right now.
Side-note: my mother and I pondering what it would be like if we smoked pot. I mean, we glaze out flipping channels for hours, go on long, sometimes meandering road trips, are frequently hungry for snack foods, and often laugh at even inane things. I don't think we'd even leave the house. Or the seventh seal would be opened.
And as such... this movie was pretty fucking funny. In fact, it was so funny, my mother was complaining all the way home that her sides were hurting from laughter. Stupid in all the right places, clever in plenty where it really it counted, I was actually surprised by how good the director's follow-up to "Dude, Where's My Car?" actually was.
Also, it should be noted that it was actually really refreshing to see two Asian protagonists in a movie. I never really thought it'd make that big of a difference to diversify film and TV before, but until this film I don't think I ever really noticed just how white-boy our culture is. More fool boy me. (Although, I still find it odd that "Sixteen Candles" should be Harold's favorite movie, considering it has one of the most infamous/beloved Asian stereotypes ever, Long Duk Dong... I would have thought they'd address that in the movie, but never did.)
So yes. A good, stupid, fun time, as well as a fitting tribute to the wonder and glory that is White Castle. Would there was one around here right now.
Side-note: my mother and I pondering what it would be like if we smoked pot. I mean, we glaze out flipping channels for hours, go on long, sometimes meandering road trips, are frequently hungry for snack foods, and often laugh at even inane things. I don't think we'd even leave the house. Or the seventh seal would be opened.
