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Perennially stoned Cheech and Chong tear through the city of Los Angeles, causing trouble wherever they go. After Cheech loses his job, the two pot enthusiasts head to the welfare offices where Cheech's girlfriend, Donna, works. Instead of collecting unemployment, they find themselves thrown back on the streets, searching for a way to earn new income. But when Cheech's cousin, "Red" Mendoza, arrives, things get even crazier.
Cheech / Dwayne "Red" Mendoza
Chong
Donna
Gloria
Gay Motorcyclist
Executive
Old Lady
Cop Shotgun
Drunk in Welfare Office
Womba
Beautiful
**If Up in Smoke was very bad, this film managed to be even worse.** I didn't like “Up in Smoke” and there was little chance of me liking anything in the film that followed. In fact, the first one seems to be even better than this one, which from me is saying a lot, considering that I thought the first film was very bad. In this production, which I hated, we still had a relatively capable story that helped to understand things, and that served as a framework for a ton of jokes and the constant glorification of drug use, especially marijuana. In this film there is no story to tell: we have the jokes, which are even more idiotic, the kind that don't make us laugh but think “how was this possible”, and we continue, invariably, to have drugs, in quantities that would make the Colombian cartels richer than most countries in the world. I don't know what Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong saw to make cycles of films in which the use of recreational drugs is glorified as if they were gifts from the Olympic gods. If only they were able to make you laugh... but not even that. It's a film that should suffer the same fate as the drugs themselves: being burned.
July 18, 1980
Cheech / Dwayne "Red" Mendoza
Chong
Donna
Gloria
Gay Motorcyclist
Executive
Old Lady
Cop Shotgun
Drunk in Welfare Office
Womba
Beautiful
**If Up in Smoke was very bad, this film managed to be even worse.** I didn't like “Up in Smoke” and there was little chance of me liking anything in the film that followed. In fact, the first one seems to be even better than this one, which from me is saying a lot, considering that I thought the first film was very bad. In this production, which I hated, we still had a relatively capable story that helped to understand things, and that served as a framework for a ton of jokes and the constant glorification of drug use, especially marijuana. In this film there is no story to tell: we have the jokes, which are even more idiotic, the kind that don't make us laugh but think “how was this possible”, and we continue, invariably, to have drugs, in quantities that would make the Colombian cartels richer than most countries in the world. I don't know what Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong saw to make cycles of films in which the use of recreational drugs is glorified as if they were gifts from the Olympic gods. If only they were able to make you laugh... but not even that. It's a film that should suffer the same fate as the drugs themselves: being burned.
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