Pineapple Express

As pot comedies go, Pineapple Express is one of the best. It delivers several genuine laughs and doesn't rely (completely) on stoned reaction shots to set out them. But considering that this say-so really only if puts the film in higher standing than Dude, Where's My Car? and various Cheech and Chong installments makes that statement looks less complimentary than one might hope for.


Yet another summer widget of gleeful obscenity and disarmament male vulnerability to do out of the Judd Apatow drollery factory -- Apatow had the original idea, spell Superbad's Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg wrote the script -- Pineapple Express comes with high expectations, not all of which are dashed. While much of Apatow's previous work has focused on the perils of sex or the comradeship of societal outcasts, this film comes with more than of a standard-issue secret plan that harkens back, more often than not in unfortunate ways, to the action-comedy hybrids that ruled the multiplex