2 [better] - Harold And Kumar

The film leans harder into its R-rating and its surrealism. Neil Patrick Harris returns as “Neil Patrick Harris,” a hedonistic, gun-toting, cocaine-snorting parody of himself—and he steals every scene. His escape from a Guantanamo cell via a sexual encounter with a female guard is the kind of brazenly ridiculous moment the sequel commits to fully.

Picking up immediately after the events of the first film, Harold (John Cho) and Kumar (Kal Penn) are on a flight to Amsterdam, hoping to score the world’s best weed. But after Kumar’s homemade “smokeless bong” (disguised as a Mylar balloon) is mistaken for a bomb, the plane is diverted, and the duo finds themselves branded as terrorists. Locked away in Camp X-Ray, they must escape, clear their names, and make it to a wedding—all while being hunted by a deranged, incestuous, paranoid Homeland Security agent (Rob Corddry). harold and kumar 2

Then there’s the legendary “Extreme” George W. Bush (James Adomian), a secret racist blowhard who fist-bumps the Klan and has an unhealthy obsession with the size of Kumar’s penis. It’s cartoonish, dated, and absolutely of its moment—a 2008 time capsule of Bush-era fatigue. The film leans harder into its R-rating and its surrealism