We both had reservations. One reviewer called it "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" for the modern generation. I doubted it. There have always been debates about what makes a film great; some people will claim it's the writing, some the directing, some the acting. Some will say a great film makes you question your station in life and even your place in the universe. If the latter is true, then Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle is a great film.

The scene that left me in spotlight, losing my religion, was when Harold and Kumar stop by a college to "score some dank" or whatever you kids say now-a-days when you want to smoke the marijuana. They were hiding in a bathroom stall when two "attractive" ladies entered and proclaimed that they had "The Taco Shits". Oh Boy! I thought to myself, and geared up to laugh at my favorite thing to laugh at: shit.

They shat and I didn't laugh. It wasn't funny and I was in a momentary state of panic. "HA HA" I said, trying to get the ball rolling. Nothing. It wasn't funny. I don't know if it was a poorly executed shit scene or if something horrible has happened to me. I'm almost too afraid to watch another fart joke scene in a movie for fear that it will fail to make me laugh.