Status
Released
original language
English
Budget
$ 0
Revenue
$ 41675194

Cheech / Dwayne "Red" Mendoza

Chong

Donna

Candy

Mr. Neatnik

Gloria

Gay Motorcyclist

Executive

Music Store Salesman

Old Lady

Cop Shotgun

Miss Hatchet

Drunk in Welfare Office

Womba

Gas Station Owner

Welfare Child

Cop Driver

Beautiful

Swedish Maid

One Man Band

Cook

Welfare Actor

Wardrobe Girl

Wino

Leaflet Lady

Guard at Gate

Welfare Black

Welfare Comedian

Welfare Recipient

Mexican Man in Welfare Office

Junkie in Welfare Office

Johnny

Doorman

Pinochle Player

Pinochle Player

Massage Girl

Massage Girl

Massage Girl

Massage Girl

Massage Girl

Massage Girl

Client

Client

Hostage

Cop at Hotel

Cop at Hotel

Cop at Hotel

Cop at Hotel

Cop at Hotel

Cop at Hotel

Lady Bouncer

Startled Man

Chicken Charlie (Groundling)

Gloria's Mom (Groundling)

Pee Wee Herman / Desk Clerk (Groundling)

First Assistant Director (Groundling)

Second Assistant Director (Groundling)

Third Assistant Director (Groundling)

Man in Hotel (Groundling)

Woman in Hotel (Groundling)

Cameraman (Groundling)

Massage Parlor Owner (Groundling)

Chick Hazard Private Eye (Groundling)

Director (Groundling)

Hostage (Groundling)

Hostage (Groundling)

El Pachuco (Groundling)

Standup Comic (Groundling)

Old Lady in Music Store (uncredited)

Party Patron (uncredited)

Skater (uncredited)

Massage Girl (uncredited)

Guest Star (uncredited)

Pedestrian (uncredited)

Businessman (uncredited)

Kid (uncredited)

Comedy Room Bouncer (uncredited)

Comedy Room Brawl Patron (uncredited)

Written by FilipeManuelNeto on 2023-09-12
**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.