2000 / 83 Minutes / PG-13
Reviewed by Dale Nauertz

From the title, you pretty much know that this isn’t going to be Hitchcock. You know that it will be stupid. But you at least hope that it will be funny.

Well, friends and neighbors, fear not. “Dude, Where’s My Car?” is, indeed, funny. Until it spends more energy on being bizarre than it does on providing laughs, “Dude, Where’s My Car?” is just the sort of movie that you wish a movie by that title would be.

“Dude, Where’s My Car?” is the tender, heart-rending story of two affable stoners and pizza delivery men (Ashton Kutcher and Stifler himself-Seann William Scott, both of whom are so convincing that you believe they might not be acting) who awake one morning to discover that they can remember none of the events from the previous evening. It soon becomes apparent, however, that they seem to have mislaid fifty pizzas, a briefcase full of money belonging to a transsexual stripper and a device which may spell the end of the entire universe if it falls into the wrong hands.

And, oh yeah, their car which contains presents for their hot, twin girlfriends.

The movie is sorta like what you might get if you were to put “Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure” and “Repo Man” in the same room for a couple of hours and had them make the beast with two backs. Sometimes it strives too hard to be different and sometimes it falls square on its own ass, but there are more than enough funny moments that I emerged from my viewing of “Dude, Where’s My Car?” with a sizable smile on my face. I recall fondly the moment where one of them is telling the other to do something with a fire extinguisher. I smile at the memory of one man mistaking an animal for a llama, when it is most certainly not a llama. And I get a little giggly when I think about the scene at the school for the blind.

You know from the title whether or not you want to see this movie. Why are you reading my review? It has hot chicks, stoned guys, a monkey, Kristy Swanson and gay, Nordic aliens going for it. Even though it does eventually wear out its welcome, it at least has the good sense to end itself shortly thereafter, and the Lifetime Supply of Pudding actually serves the plot.

So, if you are still thinking about going (or if you are thinking about going now but weren’t before) then, by all means, go. It’s a good excuse to sit in the dark and eat popcorn and remind yourself how hot Kristy Swanson is at the very least. And one should always use any excuse to indulge in this kind of behavior.

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