I started smoking cigarettes and weed at the age of sixteen. And although I'm now on the verge of quitting them both, I look back at my teenage years and I'm really happy with myself and the things that I liked doing. If you're not wild when you're a teenager then you're a waste of fucking time my friend. I remember pretty clearly some kids in school that were the parents' wet dream. They didn't smoke, they didn't do weed, they didn't have nasty thoughts, they were the best students and they had an unspoiled "dream" of becoming lawyers and architects, two extremely respectable occupations back in the mid 90s. I hated those kids with all of my passion. I found them so phony and so pretentious that the lies were coming out of their mouths felt to me like stones. Most of those kids are really miserable adults, suppressed, unmotivated and unhappy with their choices.
A film that I would like to give to all those people, the respectable people, is Pineapple Express. And I'm quite aware that they would probably hate the movie passionately and me for giving it to them, but that's exactly what I want to achieve. Wake up the hate in them. All these clean-cut people with the fresh breath and the always under control emotion need to get angry. And what better way than watching Seth Rogen and James Franco smoking the one joint after the other like some weed maniacs and at the top of that cursing like pirates. Pineapple Express is a movie so utterly shameless that it really makes you wonder which threshold of decency will keep alive or if it will kill all of them. A guilty pleasure so powerful that you need, you want, it calls you to rewatch one more time even if you know it by hard. This is a legendary crappy movie.
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