"It wasn't the best film released in the US in 2004," John Patterson writes in the Guardian UK. "But it was easily my favorite." He's talking about Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle, last summer's genius stoner comedy/meditation on Asian-American assimilation, which is now being released in Britain as Harold and Kumar Get The Munchies - apparently, themes of ethnic displacement translate better than names of fast-food outlets. Anyway. Patterson contextualises Harold and Kumar in terms of the long-lost cult film, the kind of movie that inspired the "Saturday night ritual of getting deeply wasted ... and settling down for some cinematic sex, gore, campiness and perversity with the liveliest, wittiest, rowdiest audiences I've ever known. It was paradise in the dark." Patterson goes on to advocate for frenzied worship of all manner of subversive shlock, from So I Married an Axe Murderer to Office Space to How High, before recognizing Harold and Kumar as an instant cult-classic. When he meets someone who likes it, he says, "I know I've found a new friend."