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22 December 2023
You don't know me, but I am cool. And as you prepare to nominate films for an Academy Award, I beg of you: make note of How High. Not since Dude, Where's My Car? has there been a more compelling piece of American fiction captured on celluloid. How High has all the makings of a comedy classic: a grittier, wittier, modern-day Martin and Lewis-type comedy duo; a high jinks-saturated storyline; and pounds upon pounds of alternative smoking.
Don't remember it because you've seen so many good movies this year? I'll fill you in. Wu-Tang Clanner Method Man is a suave man-about-town with a penchant for botanical engineering. Redman is a frustrated youth stuck in the metaphorical prison that is his momma's house. Their worlds collide when they pass a very special Dutchie to the left hand side-- a Dutchie laced with the ashes of Meth's smart, dead friend. When smoked, said Dutchie helps them get into Harvard, where the rest of the movie just sort of happens.
And man, is it funny.
Yes, my stuffy, uppity, award-doling friends, How High does for our troubled 21st century what Mel Brooks' Blazing Saddles did for the 20th. But with a different kind of blazing.
Sure, the director of photography was a tripod. And sure, every ethnic stereotype in the book made a cameo. But I laughed from beginning to end. Even when they dug up the corpse of John Quincy Adams, put the body in a blender, and smoked him to get good grades!
Two words: Os-car.
The movie is How High, and if it's not out on video by the time you read this (I'm calling it right now: #2 film in the nation. Lord of the Rings has a nation of dorks on its side.), hustle to a big screen to see it. (Peer pressure. Peer pressure.)
Love and ponies,
vinnie baggadonuts
Don't remember it because you've seen so many good movies this year? I'll fill you in. Wu-Tang Clanner Method Man is a suave man-about-town with a penchant for botanical engineering. Redman is a frustrated youth stuck in the metaphorical prison that is his momma's house. Their worlds collide when they pass a very special Dutchie to the left hand side-- a Dutchie laced with the ashes of Meth's smart, dead friend. When smoked, said Dutchie helps them get into Harvard, where the rest of the movie just sort of happens.
And man, is it funny.
Yes, my stuffy, uppity, award-doling friends, How High does for our troubled 21st century what Mel Brooks' Blazing Saddles did for the 20th. But with a different kind of blazing.
Sure, the director of photography was a tripod. And sure, every ethnic stereotype in the book made a cameo. But I laughed from beginning to end. Even when they dug up the corpse of John Quincy Adams, put the body in a blender, and smoked him to get good grades!
Two words: Os-car.
The movie is How High, and if it's not out on video by the time you read this (I'm calling it right now: #2 film in the nation. Lord of the Rings has a nation of dorks on its side.), hustle to a big screen to see it. (Peer pressure. Peer pressure.)
Love and ponies,
vinnie baggadonuts
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vol 4 - issue 05 (jan 2002)
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entertainmental