This third instalment finds our two lead characters somewhat estranged from each other, due to their now divergent lifestyles. While Harold (John Cho) has become a married, successful businessman, Kumar (Kal Penn) is still an aimless, habitual pothead (a world which in reality is far removed from actor, who also moonlights as a White House intern!)
Their paths cross again when a mysterious package for Harold causes his old stoner BBF to pay him an unexpected visit, resulting in the huge Christmas tree which sits centre stage at his pristine residence being destroyed. To avoid facing the wrath of Harold’s Xmas-obsessed father-in-law (Danny Trejo, decked out in a Xmas woolly jumper which is almost worth the price of admittance alone) the duo head off into the city (with Harold’s work colleague and young daughter, plus Kumar’s horny housemate in tow) in a desperate attempt to find a replacement. They manage to get tangled up with a variety of shady characters and increasingly outlandish situations, whilst rediscovering that true meaning of Christmas and how it can bring absent friends together once more.
Crude, lewd and as vehemently un-PC as ever, a large part of the film’s success is witnessing all of that content juxtaposed with a colourful, almost traditional looking seasonal family-friendly film, right down to the sappy soundtrack and the bright, garish colours which burst all over the screen (that’s not the only thing to explode everywhere either). Just when you let your guard down and you’re intermittently fooled into thinking you’re in the middle of some cloying, sentimental Christmas flick, another outrageous set-piece (happily) drags you back down to the film’s puerile, gross-out level.
This is a film which knows its audience inside out (some of the US-centric references tend to grate at times, however) and while a couple of gags fall a little flat, the majority hit the filthy, bodily fluid-encrusted mark. Neil Patrick Harris also returns for a show-stopping surrealist song and dance scene, and above all, this is ridiculous, knockabout absurdist stuff (a sequence even takes place in Claymation after the duo trip out having knocked back spiked eggnog) which is the perfect antidote to the saccharine Christmas fare it cheekily parodies.
[Rating:3/5]