...a stoner mystery that recycles tried and occasionally true gags specifically packaged for today's teenage audiences, like the cheerleading squad I was sitting next to.
Newsday
December 18, 2000
To call this humor politically incorrect would be to unjustly credit its creators with any sort of ideology that could then be violated.
Operates in a limbo between the relentlessly moronic and the legitimately entertaining, while almost solving the vehicular existentialism suggested by its title.
Following these two clumsy, unpretentious doofuses as they jump from one brisk gag to another is a gentle, cozy experience, especially if you compare these harmless vignettes to the brutal and vitriolic spirit of, say, a comedy by the Farrelly brothers.
