Fans of the first movie, Harold and Kumar go to White Castle will know what to expect. As a newcomer, I got a fair idea when Kumar was planted happily on the toilet, telling Harold he had “nice pubes” before the opening credits rolled.

Starting right from where their first movie left off, Harold and Kumar decide to fly to Amsterdam so that Harold can cement his relationship with Maria. Naturally, Kumar has spent considerable time beforehand inventing the smokeless bong for them to enjoy on the plane ride over. This gets mistaken for a bomb and all sorts of racial stereotypes are milked completely dry before the likely lads end up as automatically-assumed terrorist prisoners in Guantanamo Bay.

Yes, they escape. Do you really need to know the plot details? Harold winds up seeing his ex-girlfriend about to marry the most awesomely self-aware, rich all-American douche bag with pearly white teeth. Neil Patrick Harris appears as a magic mushroom-eating whorehouse frequenter. And of course they encounter brother-‘n’-sister rednecks, Ku-Klux-Klan meetings, an over-zealous US marshall deafened by the Top Gun soundtrack and loads of others.

Still, even if all moviegoers were spotty boy potheads, it is still a big ask to get them to stomach hearing Harold and Kumar tell a stoned George W Bush how awesome he is. They would have been better off writing more scenes like the finale where Harold recites his awkward university mathematical poem about the joys of love hidden as the square root of 3, or remained on their knees about to service Big Bob in the Cuban jail. No matter. This movie is unashamedly aimed at the male teen crowd with its unfettered celebration of the joys of inhaling electric spinach, slacking off and remaining ‘dudes’ forever.