Then it got bumped to late summer, then bumped again and then eventually got shelved to a straight-to-DVD release. However, at the last minute it made it into a few select theaters in NYC and L.A. and it gained some glowing reviews.
The Village Voice loved it, Premiere’s Glen Kenny called it, “mind-bogglingly funny” (he placed it as 19 on his top 25 list of ’07) and we all of a sudden became intrigued. Or rather suckered by the retards that loved it.
The film legitimately starts out funny. Anna Faris is note-perfect as the dumb, clueless stoner, her mishaps are idiotic-funny and the premise is just aptly absurd (she eats a bunch of her roommates pot cupcakes which sets forth a chain reaction of trying-to-fix-it events that always end disastrously). Is she a cute, funny little stoner? Yes. Does shit get old fast? Holy hell, yes. It’s a 10-minute skit drawn out over say, 90 minutes that progressively gets worse and eventually becomes intolerable. Near the halfway mark the film goes completely off the rails. Yes, you’re probably supposed to watch it stoned; that still shouldn’t be the case. The supporting cast of Danny Masterson, John Krasinski and Adam Brody should help the film’s case. They don’t (Brody is actually pretty terrible).
The film features tracks by the Chemical Brothers, Ladytron, Scissor Sisters and an admittedly hilarious and well-used scene that intensifies Faris’ ridiculous paranoia is scored to the Talking Heads’ “Memories Can’t Wait,” (“There’s a party in my mind and I hope it never stops!” Byrne warbles spookily as Faris dumps high-grade medical marijuana down a toilet), but otherwise this is tedious, one-note gag that’s a waste of your time.
Must keep remind ourselves: Never trust Gregg Araki, never trust Gregg Araki.
[C-]