James Franco and Seth Rogen in Pineapple Express (dir. David Gordon Green, 2008).
Whoa, would that really work? A crossjoint?
See, that's the kind of movie I appreciate: one that presents intellectually challenging, potentially practicable, real-world concepts.
Too bad I had to give up pot years ago because it made me see the universe as a dark mathematical equation that solves repeatedly as a vast serpent-headed, mandala-like vortex of bloody automobile accidents and ICBMs. Yeah, no fun.
The movie's great fun, though. I can't decide yet whether the graphic violence is anything more than hyperbolic adolescent mannerism, but it at least jumps the Apatow product line a few feet out of its familiar parameters.
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