Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay
At the end of the unexpectedly funny stoner comedy Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle, audiences were told the story would be continued in Harold and Kumar Go to Amsterdam. Somewhere between White Castle's theatrical release and now, screenwriters Jon Hurwitz and Hayden Schlossberg realized what many moviegoers already had--Harold (John Cho) and Kumar (Kal Penn), being of South Korean and Indian descent, blew so many ethnic stereotypes out of the water that they had actually become full-blown American heroes. Sending them to Europe to smoke a bunch of pot probably sounded like a lame idea once this epiphany hit, so Hurwitz and Schlossberg decided instead to pre-empt Harold and Kumar's Amsterdam trip with a midair bong misunderstanding that lands them in Guantanamo Bay as terrorists. Thus Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay.
And they do, shortly after arriving and just before they eat their initiatory cock-meat sandwiches. With the help of illegal Cuban immigrants, they arrive in Miami and begin a road-trip adventure across the American South. Their goal is Texas, where Kumar's ex-girlfriend is getting married to a politician with ties to Homeland Security--surely he can help them. Along the way, they strip off their pants for a "bottomless party" that features more female pubic hair than an issue of Playboy, smoke pot with surprisingly cultured inbred hillbillies, join in a Klan rally, and, of course, run into none other than Neil Patrick Harris--their personal hero, as well as the drug-popping, pussy-loving freak who complicated their lives in White Castle. NPH is still tripping on 'shrooms and ecstasy and desperate for a little trim, which is why he drags Harold and Kumar to a whorehouse--where there are breasts, a branding iron, and a shotgun.
By the time Harold and Kumar reach Texas, the only person who can help them is George W. Bush, whose ranch roof they crash through. Turns out W is as big a pothead as them and, just like Kumar, is desperately trying to break out of his daddy's shadow. With their freedom miraculously theirs again, there's only one thing left to do: stop the wedding, since Kumar still loves his ex. Escape is a fun ride that exploits stereotypes to comment on America's so-called melting pot, but it lacks the originality and big laughs of White Castle, relying on a crude joke instead of a smart one. Still, compared to most broad comedies, it's a work of genius.