Who the f*&k spewed this thing onto film? I’m so unimpressed with this sequel that I’m not going to spend more than a few sentences telling you what I think. I think that “bong bash with the president” pretty much sums it up. There were plenty of hot and bothered chickies, but when they’re thrown in your face so much it feels so cheap and hollow. The only thing I believed about this movie was Harold’s animosity towards Kumar – he’s hateable, unidentifiable, and unlikeable. Go Harold for kneeing him in the balls!
