The problem doesn’t lie with the actresses who choose to engage in nudity on-screen or not. With the rise of #MeToo and #TimesUp we’ve seen women gain equal pay and a more comforting atmosphere regarding sexual harassment, yet on-screen nudity remains an ambiguous gray area.
Where a bare breast was once considered taboo, now audiences barely bat an eye at female nudity. But actresses are often gifted an additional element to negotiate: the surrender of their bodies for the camera. Managers negotiate rates, stars negotiate their time. They’re such lovable goofs that you can’t help wishing their quest for White Castle fast food and their flight from Gitmo could live up to the sort of sharp satire these two bright boys deserve.Hollywood is built on negotiations. Dropping Harold and Kumar into such treacherous terrain as a Klan beer blast or a tough black neighborhood in the Deep South sound a lot funnier than they turn out.ĭumb as it is, the sequel maintains and deepens the natural, amiable rapport Cho and Penn developed in the first movie.
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Hurwitz and Schlossberg inevitably revive memorable moments from the first movie, including Kumar’s bedroom fantasy with a giant bag of pot and another road trip with former “Doogie Howser, M.D.” star Neil Patrick Harris, who returns as an endlessly randy, doped-up version of himself (stick around through the end-credits for a quick Doogie bonus).Īlso returning for a brief bit are David Krumholtz and Eddie Kaye Thomas as Harold and Kumar’s neighbors.ĭespite the bigger, bolder scenario, the new movie generally delivers more of the same, and like its predecessor, too much of it is sadly lame.
Jon Hurwitz and Hayden Schlossberg, who wrote the first movie and move up to directing the sequel from their own screenplay, connect here and there with some funny terrorism-induced paranoia and political gags.Ī scene of a Homeland Security interpreter unable to recognize perfect English spoken by Asian-Americans is particularly bright, while it’s impossible not to giggle amid Harold and Kumar’s extended party session with President Bush, though the makeup and demeanor of the actor (James Adomian) playing the president add up to a flat caricature. Ultra-deranged Homeland Security zealot Ron Fox (Rob Corddry) dispatches Harold and Kumar to Guantanamo, from which they escape, return to the United States and make a beeline for the wedding of Kumar’s old flame (Danneel Harris), whose fiance has White House connections that could clear our heroes. Of course, Kumar can’t wait, unveiling a device of his own making that will allow him to circumvent the no-smoking rule on their airplane (the sequence features a clever moment of racial profiling by an elderly passenger when she spots Kumar, along with some amusing confusion between the words “bong” and “bomb”). Now, they’re off to Amsterdam so Harold can woo his dream girl (Paula Garces), and he and Kumar can openly smoke all the weed they want in the land of legalized marijuana. The movie picks up exactly where the first one ended, with the two washing away (and in more disgusting fashion, otherwise expunging) the effects of their successful munchie run for burgers.