In his TV commercials, Buck declares “I’ve got balls,” but the same unfortunately can’t be said about the film.
The film only perfunctorily pays lip service to wholesomeness while enthusiastically indulging in its disgusting pranks.
If at all possible, How High’s pristine transfer to DVD may actually work against the film’s ganja-stoked visual palette.
How High is perhaps best savored during that peak high where a Costner landscape begins to resemble a Malick existential crisis.