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That particular "joke" appears in "HIGH School" more than once.
Given that it isn't funny the first time it's difficult to imagine why a writer would deem it worthy of a repeat.
That's the level we're operating at with "HIGH School" boys and girls.
Those of you who think that "Cheech and Chong" are funny may well love this, or if you think that "Superbad", "American Pie" or any other film of that odious ilk is amusing then this is the one for you.
People who are high on the old wacky-mac-daddy-baccy are NOT funny.
Oh, I know THEY think they are.
I know that THEY are laughing.
But they are under the influence of drugs.
For the rest of us spending any more than three minutes in their company is about as amusing as the holocaust.
This film would like you to believe that it is following in the sacred footsteps of John Hughes but it isn't. Where Hughes understood what made teenagers tick and crafted a world where all of their adolescent angst, hormonal rage and desperate desires could be wrote large on the silver screen here John Stalberg has "crafted" a desperately hollow vision of the life of modern teens.
I'm glad that my high school wasn't anything like this and if Stalbergs was I'm REALLY glad I wasn't around him at the time.
What?
What?
Your film like totally sucks broseph.
What?
You heard.
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