Netflix: Pineapple Express (2008)

I can’t honestly call this a review, since I did not finish watching the movie, so we’re putting this under quick blogs.  It’s just as well as I don’t have a whole lot to say.

I had this film recommended to me emphatically by a co-worker who bugged me for weeks on end to watch it because it was “Sooooooo funny.”  Eventually she gave up but I watched it last weekend anyway since it was available though Netflix instant queue.

Briefly, the film is about guy who serves trial subpoenas to defendants for a living but is essentially just a delivery boy as he knows little of the legal system.  He has a teenaged girlfriend despite himself being probably in his late twenties or early thirties.  He also smokes a lot of pot, and talks incessantly to radio DJs about how it should be legalized.  So, essentially, he’s a loser.  One night he witnesses a murder by a drug dealer (the perpetually awesome Gary Cole) and the cop on his payroll.  Subsequently he freaks out and flees loudly, dropping the joint he was smoking in the process.  The joint, as it turns out, was of a unique strand of pot called ‘Pineapple Express’ that only one dealer in the area sells, so our guy (who is Seth Rogen by the way) runs to his dealer (James Franco) and the two of them go on the run from the goons who work for the murderer.  The rest of the film (that I watched) was about them acting like total fucking retards while they try to keep one step ahead of the goons.

Personally, I don’t get the popularity of pot-head films.  I guess people like to see idiots acting like even greater idiots while high.  Maybe it gives them a sense of superiority to say “at least I’m not that dumb.”  Or maybe they’re just apologists, “I’m not nearly that retarded when I’m high.”

Newsflash: You are.

Seriously, while marihuana may not be terribly bad for you physically, this film could very well be the banner example of why it shouldn’t be legalized.  The amount of random carnage, property damage, and self abuse these two characters inflict during this film under the excuse of “well, I was high” is reason enough to prevent the average Joe from getting his hands on drugs in a normal fashion.

Anyway, I don’t enjoy films that seem to be about people without an ounce of sense making dumb decisions.  That’s what real life is and I don’t watch movies to see more of that.  There’s a threshold of how many “Why the hell would he even DO that?” questions I will ask before I simply turn away and this film hit the maximum around 40 minutes in.  Maybe it gets better towards the end, maybe it’s funnier in the latter half, but I don’t think it’s worth it to endure the initial hour of this film.

Incidentally, I’ve seen three films now from the Greater Apatow Group: Superbad, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, and this film.  Only Sarah Marshall was funny to me, while Superbad and this film I consider to be absolutely horrible.

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TempestDash is a man of many hats, none of which fit all that well due to the size of his cranium. Also, he does a lot of things. On the internet you'll find him writing fiction and reviewing media. In the real world you'll find him examining computer controls at large companies. These two worlds rarely get to intersect.

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