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Pineapple Express has been touted as this generations Cheech & Chong.  This generation?  My generation?  What generation is so devoid it could actually replace Cheech & Chong with Rogan & Franco - didn't Rogan once play a gay gigolo?  I am thinking that generation would be the same generation that believes Hanna Montana has talent.  Or, the generation that believes blue jeans have always cost $285.  I even read a pre-release review which positioned Pineapple Express as the movie for this generation that Up In Smoke was for the 1970/80's.  I am guessing the guy who wrote that review probably never saw Cheech & Chong nor was he/she born before 1985 and is probably bat shit crazy.  Pineapple Express isn't even as good as Cheech & Chong's The Corsican Brothers was unwatchable. 

What talentless, witless, unimaginative hack would compare Pineapple Express to Up In Smoke?  Every bit of Up In Smoke was hilarious and fast paced and at no point was Up In Smoke in slow or uncomfortably awkward.  There isn't a single moment in Up In Smoke where you, the viewing public, would you find yourself staring at the screen hoping the movie would somehow speed up, get less awkward and become funny.  Sitting through Pineapple Express is like sitting in front of your fireplace on Christmas Eve praying for Santa Clause to come tumbling down the chimney, but because you are 25 years old and you know Santa doesn't actually exist your dream of opening a box with Pamela Anderson inside will never come true.

I am not sure if the uncomfortable moments in Pineapple Express were amplified by the fact that I was watching the movie with my mother or just because the uncomfortable moments were in fact terribly uncomfortable.  Either way, while watching Pineapple Express I often found myself squirming in my chair and wishing James Franco would just open mouth kiss Seth Rogan so we could all vomit and go on with our lives.  It was as if every time I started to laugh I was suddenly slapped in the face by two pot smoking cheeba monkeys sitting in a tree sharing a very homosexual moment while discussing the fact that a pot dealer and a pot addict being friends was the equivalent of dipping their pens in the company ink.  Uuuuhhh, ok bro.  If that is how you roll then good on ya' mon. 

The USA Network is where truly great potheads go to die (Cheech joined Crockett and the two of them committed suicide on Nash Bridges).  And Showtime is where this generations truly great pothead TV has found a home and Nancy Botwin is wheeling and dealing sticky icky with the best of them.

Do yourself a favor by renting the first season of Weeds, sparking up at home, stocking up on frozen burritos & chocolate covered pretzels and capping off the night with the one and only Up In Smoke.  Leave Pineapple Express the the generation it was filmed for.....adolescents who have never heard of CD's, working for a living, books on tape or Atari.