If there's any doubt about the sweet potency of the variety of marijuana that gives David Gordon Green's Pineapple Express its name, James Franco - as the dealer of said stuff - quickly puts it to rest: "It's the dopest dope I've ever smoked," the actor's shaggy-headed Saul Silver declares. "It's almost a shame to smoke it. It's like killing a unicorn."
A stoner comedy with a Superbad template and a penchant for jokey, graphic violence by way of Tarantino (bloody ears, bleeding guts), Pineapple Express is the latest lowbrow, screwball, gross and goofy romp to roll off the Judd Apatow assembly line. Let's see - Step Brothers, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Drillbit Taylor, You Don't Mess With the Zohan . . . I think it's the writer-producer's 88th movie this year.