Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny

It’s fair to say that you don’t need to be Chinese to like a Chinese movie, or gay to like a gay movie, or French to like a French movie (although not being an American helps on that particular front). However, I’m coming around to the view that to enjoy a stoner movie … you kind of have to be a stoner.

Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny, a film with a name that wants to imply limitless sequels, lets you know what you’re in for from the very beginning with its “THC” logo. Thereafter it’s sporadically funny but it tends to sacrifice the subtlety and nuance that we all know that Kyle Gass and Jack Black are capable of … all for the sake of people saying “dude, I am so high right now.”
Well, I’m not high right now. I was not high when I watched the movie. That is possibly why it skirted along the shores of awfulness.

The Pick of Destiny is supposed to be a Tenacious D origins story. JB runs away from his oppressive Christian family (his father is Meatloaf) at the advice of Ronnie James Dio. In Hollywood, he meets KG, who places him under a strict training regiment under false pretences.
Eventually they decide that in order to rock they must first obtain the Pick of Destiny.

It’s a story that could be fundamentally funny and joyous, but … all subtlety that Tenacious D ever packed on HBO, with their silly situations and funny songs, has largely dissipated over the course of an hour and a half. The whole point of the movie is something to do with getting high, and that’s never a cause that I’ll be able to get behind if it impairs comedy so much.

You get a funny role from Tim Robbins, disguised in too much toilet humour, and you get a cameo from John C. Reilley, who is wasted in his role of Sasquatch. The point of Sasquatch is that he is real, man! If you put him in a montage that is clearly JB tripping on mushrooms, you’re undermining yourself!

Basically the movie isn’t silly enough and too many of the jokes are just given the punchline “man, I’m trippin'”. JB and KG have the potential to rock our socks off, but all they do is swear and smoke a big ass ball of weed. Maybe you can play that stuff in the sticks, but not in Capital City.
Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny was supposed to be a wicked mad fun ride, a celebration of awesomeness. If you like to get high and have low standards, you might like it! It’s just not to my taste.

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