High Society: A Pot Boiler is definitely for stoners; I felt like I had to be high just to enjoy it. We are introduced to three roommates with classic contrasting personalities: Galvin, the sword-yielding, socially-secure, high-functioning stoner; Yakob, the socially-awkward Navajo computer nerd-slash-stoner; and last but not least, Trajan, the unemployed, lazy, opinionated, potty-mouth stoner.
These guys sure know how to blow it down. When the beautiful “friends-of-a-friend” to Galvin, Sophie and Svetlana, visit for the evening, Trajan is the only roommate whose mind is not set to impressing them and getting in their pants — not because he’s a gentleman, but because he’s extremely self-absorbed. He isn’t even able to recognize that his obscene behavior and lack of eloquence manage to interest Sophie. We endure their bong hits (and their subsequent effects) and any weed smoker can’t help but marvel at Gavin’s famous “tulip joints”, off of which the five friends got incredibly high. You will surely research how to make one.
There isn’t much action or scenery because this film is dialogue-heavy — and rightfully so. The banter and background music will enhance your high, if you’re smart enough to have one during this movie. I won’t say it’s all bad while sober; though without weed, it unmistakably raises criticism of film budget and production methods (I couldn’t tell if there was a laugh track or a studio audience.) If you’re able to withstand the “plot” of the story while incessantly irritated by the overdone facial gestures and overuse of the word “dick”, you’re in for a funny, happy ending.
Stoner movies are nothing new, and everyone has his or her favorite. (Personally, I’m a Friday and Harold & Kumar type of girl. The premise of meeting ridiculous circumstances in the course of attempting to reach a goal or destination, to me, is superior to bearing witness to a cipher.) But this movie wins points for excessive weed smoke. It will remind you of the ciphers you’ve had, whether you were the anxious-to-smash male host or the reluctant female visitor. After the smoke hit your lungs, it was just a good time.
Enjoy lighting up daily, and “legalize it” is your theme song? Just you wait. With marijuana advocate, NORML (National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws), you are not alone. They were founded in 1970, in Washington, D.C. It wasn’t until the 2000’s, though, that legislatures passed medical cannabis legislation in states like Hawaii, Vermont, Rhode Island, New Mexico, New Jersey and California, as well as the District of Columbia.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: Legalizing medicinal marijuana won’t help you unless you have a doctor-friend at your disposal. Give it time; this is just a baby step in the slow crawl at which freedom is progressing. Actually, in June 2011, NORML got the very first cannabis legalization bill introduced into the United States Congress. Keep hope alive, pot boilers, that one day every blunt shall be legal and, at most, criticized just as tobacco smoking is today; that every dealer shall be acclaimed for his or her entrepreneurial spirit and business sense, not blamed for the weakening of the community; that every harmless stoner shall be unafraid to be a stoner without fear of prosecution or imprisonment. Jail is for rapists and killers, not potheads and bong-blowers. One day, we will have our way. Until then, hide the weed!