| 63 |
USA Today
Enough low-grade laughs to entertain significantly more than some of the more prestigious year-end releases.
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| 60 |
Los Angeles Times
There's a spirit of generosity to How High that allows many performers to shine beyond its sharp and amiable stars.
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| 58 |
Entertainment Weekly
Enough cheery mockery to amuse even non-tokers.
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| 50 |
Chicago Tribune
Like Ice Cube's "Friday," How High probably will survive as an underground classic, until it's pushed further underground and forgotten by the next disposable "cult classic" to hit video.
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| 50 |
New York Daily News
Dylan's stoner comedy barely manages to string together a story, but lucky for him, his two stars radiate charisma even when they're hidden behind clouds of smoke.
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| 50 |
Charlotte Observer
The Observer won't let me get stoned before a review, so I'll never know what How High would be like after a big fat blunt. Without one, it's sloppy, broadly funny in spots and chaotic.
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| 40 |
Variety
A genially haphazard but frequently amusing neo-stoner comedy that plays like "Cheech and Chong Go to Animal House."
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| 40 |
TV Guide
It's a good thing the two rappers are such utterly natural actors, armed with terrific comic timing.
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| 40 |
LA Weekly
There is something fun about a movie that so brazenly portrays excessive pot smoking.
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| 38 |
Miami Herald
How High is not a particularly good movie, but then again it's not trying to be. It's a project by two B-list rappers seeking to extend their music careers in the way of stars like Will Smith, Ice Cube and Tupac Shakur.
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| 38 |
Boston Globe
The biggest problem, ironically, is that even though the plot and the action center on smoking pot, it's not enough of a stoner flick. The concept of getting stoned isn't amusing; watching stoned people is.
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| 38 |
Baltimore Sun
Method Man and Redman just don't have the comic timing to pull off 90 minutes at front-and-center.
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| 30 |
Village Voice
Too lazy to be a comedy, too conventional to be a head movie.
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| 30 |
The New York Times
Many of the faces that emerge through the murk appear bug-eyed. And much of the dialogue, which is frequently shouted, is only semi-intelligible.
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| 25 |
San Francisco Chronicle
Doesn't look like a movie somebody made. It looks like a movie somebody hallucinated and put up on the screen.
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| 25 |
New York Post
This mess was directed with no skill whatsoever by Jesse Dylan, whose father, Bob, once urged us all to get stoned.
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| 25 |
Seattle Post-Intelligencer
Ellen Kim
Unfortunately, this low-lowbrow comedy, which tries to pass itself off as a "Friday" crossed with "Legally Blonde," also does nothing to distinguish itself from recent urban flops "The Wash" and "Pootie Tang."
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| 20 |
Washington Post
The drug-fueled romp turns ugly, sexist and misogynistic, as so many rap-star vehicles do.
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| 20 |
Film Threat
While How High could have been a fun comedy college students could watch over and over again, it instead plays like a bad USA movie of the week. The jokes aren't funny, the characters aren't fully developed and poor editing only makes a humorless story confusing.
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| 11 |
Austin Chronicle
Meets the required minimum dosage of feature-film attributes, and then nods out when it comes to going any further.
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| 0 |
New Times (L.A.)
Just when it looked like "Not Another Teen Movie" might claim the crap crown comes this stoner's tale.
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