Pineapple Express is good for many things, but the thing that it does best is in making you laugh.

If you have to be high to laugh at a film, is it really that funny to start with?

A twenty-something loser (Seth Rogen) and his affable drug dealer (James Franco) get in over their heads when the former witnesses a murder and leaves behind a crucial bit of evidence: his half-smoked joint. As it contains a new, rare strain of marijuana, the killer is able to trace the roach back to its source and give chase to the spooked stoners, who then stumble and bumble their way through a number of hopeless escape plans while inhaling their entire inventory. As Rogen/Goldberg/Apatow jams go, I’d rank this near the bottom. Neither as witty as _Superbad_, as earnest as _Knocked Up_, nor as wildly over-the-top as _This is the End_, it’s a shallow, one-note show that doesn’t provide many big laughs. Basically just a few talented buddies, with a studio budget, having a good time and amusing each other without really worrying about how that’s going to translate to the screen. Franco is great as the stereotypical weed hookup who secretly harbors a sensitive side and Danny McBride is, as usual, good for a loony, disconnected dose of white trash chaos. Otherwise, it’s a bunch of stuff that sounds funny on paper but doesn’t deliver in action... even if you’re a member of the tree-smoking population.

Sorry guys, but this wasn't my kind of trip.