harold and kumar escape from guantanamo bay

But when their precious bong gets mistaken for a bomb in a uncomfortable incident of racial profiling at the airport, Harold & Kumar (again played by Kal Penn and John Cho) are mistaken for terrorists and shipped off to Guantanamo Bay, where they soon find themselves in orange jumpsuits and sharing a cell with a goat (again, don't ask). Beginning only moments after our doper duo's last caper (' Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle') ended, we find them headed off to Amsterdam in search of designer drugs and trans-continental babes (not necessarily in that order). The plot could have been conceived in a blender, which gives it is own weird logic.

It's as frustratingly uneven as it sounds. At times brilliantly subversive, and at others insanely moronic, it's sort of like a live-action version of 'South Park,' had it starred Cheech & Chong. Never have I seen a smart comedy as dumb as 'Harold & Kumar Excape from Guantanamo Bay.' Er, rather, a dumb comedy as smart? Here's a film that somehow manages to tackle such thorny, topical issues as race relations and civil rights abuses, mixes them with the lowest-common denominator humor of a 'Porky's' picture, and even has time to stop in for a visit to George Bush's sex den (don't ask).

Harold and kumar escape from guantanamo bay