88 Minutes, which is significantly longer in running time (as mentioned in the preview two weeks ago), is loaded with twists, turns, and most importantly, suspense. Al Pacino is timeless. Would it were moviegoers could receive another 20 magnificent Pacino films, but in his twilight years his mobility and stamina is limited. The supporting cast of blondes, redheads and brunettes allows the movie to sizzle even more. Virtually nothing is predictable, contrary to the pundits’ opinions, and the action rages throughout. Watch this movie with confidence that you will enjoy it.
Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay. They also escaped from my mind as I drifted to sleep once the George Dubbya look alike appeared. The premise is flimsier than starving for White Castle burgers all night while running from the police and a gang of Nazi-wannabe hooligans. The few highlights are a testament to the comedic talents of Jon Cho and Kal Penn, but the script itself is a ginormous waste of ink, whether printer or pen. The funniest moment of the film is one that I apparently slept through. Evidently Neil Patrick Harris branded a hot young woman with his NPH insignia, now that is hilarious.
Otherwise, the women somehow fall for two gentlemen who rarely shower, smoke far too much marijuana, and evidently are unemployed. Got Cheech and Chong envy?
That being said, the entire audience laughed for two hours straight uncontrollably, so what do I know? I hate critics like me. This movie probably deserves acclaim, but I am massively disappointed, I loved the first installment. Note to the directors: This does not need to be a trilogy.
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