As promised, here is my sloppy, half-untrue-because-I-was-really-messed-up review of Harold & Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay. (Note to self: “Guantanamo” is probably spelled wrong. You should look it up.) (*Edit Note to self*: Not doing it. Way too lazy).

It’s cliche, but “it was good, but not as good as the first!” Wink. Nod. Smile. Insert enthusiasm.

Was it something to write home blog about? Maybe, maybe not. Partly, because it wasn’t better than the first (not to its disadvantage!) and partly because I don’t want to ruin the insane, random, non-sensical, and OUTRAGEOUS happenings in the stoner-sequel extravaganza.

Survey says: Don’t go see it sober. But go see it!

And you know what that means.

3.5 Netflix stars out of 5!

The poster? It had me at hello.