Everyone knows that if you have to explain a joke it’s not funny. Everyone also knows that if something other than hard news comes out of the New York Times, it’s going to be as pretentious as 20 art students jammed into a Prius. Apparently their film critic, AO Scott wanted to combine the two by putting together an analysis of Cheech and Chong, which compares them to "characters in a Samuel Beckett" play.
If that doesn’t make you cringe at least a little, then you should pull your scarf out of your ears and your head out of your ass. Thanks, A.O. but I don’t think I need you and your fancy collared shirt to tell me why Cheech and Chong are funny. I also don’t need you to flat out describe the scenes to me. Yeah, I see that the truck is made of pot. And yes, I see that the smoke made the cop high. I did it all by myself, too. But for the life of me, I still can’t figure out if The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 is a chick flick. Can you clear that up for us, A.O?