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“Holy Sardine Batman!”
“Precisely Robin.”

Okay, so it’s not the stuff that might get everyone twisted up in a Siamese human knot but to me, it is. You see, as a South Asian actor in the US, when I see the brown man being cast in mainstream roles, it is fucking inspiring. So inspiring in fact, that it deserved an earlier post. So as I squirmed into the line for a preview screening of Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay, the smile on my face was akin to that of a girl scout who just sold her 800th cookie box and won the grand prize. The girl scout within me was beaming ear to ear.

That it’s a stoner movie was well known from the first movie and could well make Mainak’s Movies to Watch When Stoned list. That it would get even more mindless, raunchy, vulgar, and would only get worse by going the politically incorrect route, is now cold, hard fact in the sequel. But one aspect of the film which I hadn’t predicted, was that it would actually get funnier than the first one.

And by the way, this ain’t a review. I don’t do reviews, so to hell with the spoiler alert, cuz there ain’t none, son.

The holes in the script are bigger than those in the socks of a six year old. And I’ve now committed a felony by asking how and why questions in a Harold & Kumar movie. I’ve made the mistake for you. Don’t fall in the same trap I did.

From the moment the US marshals on the plane mistakenly hear Kumar say “It’s a bong!” as “It’s a bomb!”, hilarity ensues. The adventures then range from almost performing fellatio on Big Bob in the Guantanamo prison to skydiving without a parachute. Oh, and somewhere in the middle of all the madness, you’d find a dinghy ride from Cuba to Miami, a “bottomless party”, naked women, whorehouse, naked women, a Cyclop, naked women, a “shroomed out” Neil Patrick Harris reprising his role from the first adventure, naked women, a Ku Klux Klan gathering, naked women, smoking weed with George Bush Jr., naked women, and…. maybe, just maybe, a few naked women… all while being chased by the FBI, CIA, Homeland Security, NSA, and other security agencies that I probably have never heard the names of.

Kalpen Modi, this time around, is given a love track of his own, and seems to be having the luck of having some really beautiful women cast opposite him. John Cho doesn’t do so bad himself as the “type A” romantic rushing off to Amsterdam to be with his elevator woman. Rob Corrdry as the special agent overacts his way thru lines that make the audience go “oooooh, oh no he didn’t just say that” but in a weird way, he’s effective enough to bring out the spoofiness of it all.

If you’re like me, go out and support our desi-umreekan brother from another mother… because if you enjoyed the first one, you’ll love the second one. If not, there’s always Tashan or… Prom Night.

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