A stoner comedy with a slightly musty vintage aroma.
| Original Score: 2/4
High School sucks harder than it blows.
If it ever opens at a theater near you, remember: Just say no.
| Original Score: 1/4
I'm betting director John Stalberg Jr. also debated calling it "Bake Sale," revolving as it does around the mass-dosing of the student body with pot brownies.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
The only good news for everyone involved: The worst moment in your career is surely behind you.
It's a bit crude, a lot illogical and you might have to be in a certain state of mind to enjoy a film this silly.
| Original Score: C+
Surely this could be a fine premise for an entertaining stoner flick. It isn't.
Once the plot has sprung into action, "High School" is a bumpy ride that takes a few amusing dives but never coheres into anything special.
| Original Score: 2/5
Somehow, High, directed by newcomer John Stalberg, lured serious talent, including Adrien Brody, Colin Hanks and Michael Chiklis. Even odder: They're the worst actors of the bunch.
Lacking real kick, "High School" winds up as irksome as a bag of ditch weed and as lame as the pun of the film's title.
| Original Score: 1/5
Brody's performance won't earn him a Oscar to place next to the one he earned for The Pianist nine years ago, but it's the only thing that makes High School marginally worth catching.
A silly stoner comedy boosted by a few unexpected tweaks, John Stalberg's debut is more notable for its enthusiasm than its originality.
It's exactly what it appears to be: a funny-enough stoner comedy with a likable cast.
| Original Score: 3/5
Can audiences who've seen the Harold & Kumar films and watched Method Man and Redman smoke John Quincy Adams' bones in How High settle for so little?
| Original Score: D
"High School" is a pun. Get it? This is one of those stoner comedies that may be funny if you're high - but if not, not.
There's a certain relentlessness to the film's stoned vibe that gets under your skin, but it's far from enough to make up for the project's dreary mirthlessness.
Spurts of loony inspiration aside -- Chiklis rivals Animal House's Dean Wormer for pure hissable self-righteousness -- this is mostly all reefer, no madness.
A sophomoric comedy with honor-roll style and smarts.