Beware of the Cock Meat Sandwich!

Review of Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay

After all they went through for some small, tasty, grease-filled burgers, Harold and Kumar are back with their second installment of their hilariously funny saga. The movie takes place right where it left off.  Just to bring you up to speed: Harry and Kumar get caught smoking weed on a plane heading to Amsterdam trying to get Harold some "bang bang booky me love you long time from his new girl." Of course, the shit hits the fan and we get sucked into a crazy plot filled with titties (or possibly the opposite), shit jokes, and hilariously funny racial stereotypes that had me off the wall. You find yourself dizzy as the story takes you all over the place. It's sort of reminiscent of that one time you ate that bad batch of pot brownies your hippy friend made back in New Paltz. I'd still rather the pot brownie than a taste of that fresh "Cock meat sandwich."

And if that wasn't enough, the plot brings you into a flashback love story on Kumar's life as a mathematics poet, who has more trouble contemplating his next haiku rather than quantum physics. By the way - his poem is goddamn awful. It's real cheese ball. In the end he still bags a pretty hot chick though.  So go out grab a blunt, crave case, and some friends and check the movie - definite must watch.

4 out of 5 vomits.