Harold And Kumar 2 -

Harold, the strait-laced, overachieving Asian-American, is still called a terrorist based on his skin color. Kumar, the brilliant slacker, is perceived as a threat not because of intent, but because of appearance and a poorly rolled joint. The film’s funniest—and sharpest—bit involves the duo infiltrating a Klan rally disguised as white supremacists. It’s a scene that oscillates wildly between cringing tension and slapstick absurdity, culminating in a singalong of “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” that somehow works.

It’s not the Citizen Kane of comedies. But as a portrait of post-9/11 America, filtered through a bong, a joint, and an indomitable spirit of freedom, Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay is a strangely essential, deeply silly, and defiantly smart trip. Just don't bring it on a plane. harold and kumar 2

Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay is undeniably messier than its predecessor. The road-trip structure feels more fragmented, and some gags (the mythical “bottomless ass” of a prostitute) land with a thud. It also suffers from the common sequel curse: more is not always better. It’s a scene that oscillates wildly between cringing