So for tomorrow's paper, I spent several hours yesterday watching stoner comedies. And lo, they were funny, though epically dude-centric. (Still, when two of said dudes are John Cho and Kal Penn, I can manage to redirect my mild ire.)
But neither film could touch the smokin' hot genius that is the red-band (i.e. R-rated) trailer for the upcoming Pineapple Express (August 8). If I ever thought to myself, Self, I sure am tired of that Seth Rogen fellow, well, I'm over that now. (But when Seth Rogen's costar is the stunningly-cheekboned â€”Â and amazingly funny â€”Â James Franco, well, that helps too.)
You must see this. You also must see Forgetting Sarah Marshall, so you could kill two birds with one stone by heading to your local movie theater of choice. But if that's not on your schedule at the moment, you can check out the dirrrrrrty trailer here. Do not pass go; do not collect $200; DO NOT watch the tame trailer. It's just not nearly as funny.
* If you know what this is a reference to, we should totally be friends.