Jorb 8:1 The Wackness

Catch Me Trippin On Earth When I’m High On Sunshine

This is the first time I was genuinely a-scaired’ of doing a review for Pajiba.  I knew how much many of the supreme overlords (if we’re the greek Pantheon, I’m Hephesteus, Dionysus in the ol’ days) admired this film.  And I don’t like weed comedies.  I don’t think Pineapple Express looks all that great.  So I was worried that I wouldn’t like it, since I’d already pissed of Zeus Rowles with my feelings about Rocket Science.

Luckily, I did like it.  So the review is up.  I was also pretty psyched I got to review it, because it’s a major indie film, and I like when I get the majors.

But in looking over my last few reviews, I need to find something I hate.  I write for a scathy and bitchy website, and it’s been nothing but flowers and fucking roses since Postal.  Stupid quality summer movie releases.  Actually, I don’t go into movies looking for something to hate.  I really want things to be awesome.  But I find that I hate more movies as I go along through life.  I tend to dislike everything.  So for me to find a couple I thought were pretty good, wow.