Dude, we're so high right now.
I suspect both my intelligence and emotional quotient scores must have taken a steep dip after watching yesterday’s movie. Leave common sense at the door and employ 100% suspension of disbelief before you proceed, thank you very much.
I have not quite seen anyone riding on a cheetah. See, trying to read that sentence aloud with a straight face is not as easy as I thought.
And so we followed the misadventures of two guys as they embark on a journey to attain something that we would have regarded as simple and undoubtedly, achievable. Understandably so, this being an 88-minute movie, things will not be that easy for them.
Yes – they rode on a cheetah. Had their car stolen by Doogie Howser, MD. Pursued by a bunch of wacky cops. Performed what looked like a three-minute surgery. Endured battleships of the other kind.
Oh, the absurdity of it all.
And all that trouble for what?
Kumar: I’m fucking starving! I figured I’d bust you out and we’d go get some burgers.
Of course, this is meant to be a feel-good, no-brainer movie, with the aim to do nothing else but provide you absolute entertainment. Seeing them finally gobbling down their food (all 60 burgers – or as they called it, slyders), their faces displaying wide, sheepish grins at their victory, does warrant a cheer after all.
When you think about it, it is all human nature, really. Cravings, desires, greed. Leading to satisfaction, and the need to succeed. By driving people to extremes, and to do things one never would have thought possible.
Harold: No. I want that feeling. The feeling that comes over a man when he gets exactly what he desires. I need that feeling!
Don’t we all, Roldy. Don’t we all.